But we waste time. Crouching down, Gerald waited, hands at the ready. Return, I implore of you, to your master,—to Mr. Giles's church, the bell of which continued tolling all the time, passed the pound, and entered Oxford Road, or, as it was then not unfrequently termed, Tyburn Road.
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