Immediately beneath her lay Willesden,—the most charming and secluded village in the neighbourhood of the metropolis—with its scattered farm-houses, its noble granges, and its old grey church-tower just peeping above a grove of rook-haunted trees. One night she apparently fell asleep. The Chinamen raised the limp body and carried it to the hall staircase, up which they mounted laboriously. Here he set down the lamp, and took out a key, and as he did so the expression of his countenance was so atrocious, that Jack felt assured he was not wrong in his suspicions. A young man turned to pay the cabman. Traps, set with peculiar cunning; she had encountered them everywhere. "Oh! they are—are they?" muttered Jack, triumphantly; "that'll do. She had eaten little or no tea, and her mid-day meal had been worse than nothing. Old Newgate 302 X. And she would have to go tomorrow. Listen, Jack.
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