"Hell's curses!" roared Jonathan. The present divinity of the cellar was a comely middle-aged dame, almost as stout, and quite as shrill-voiced, as the Billingsgate fish-wives above-mentioned, Mrs. She had lost her nerve, and there was no more freedom in London for her that night.
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