She had recourse to the torn off strip of petticoat again, and blowing her nose with an air of determination, sniffed back the tears. No one was allowed to pass along Newgate Street, which was barricaded and protected by a strong constabulary force. “I don’t know, John. ‘What the devil for?’ ‘Messenger,’ Gerald explained. Darting quickly to the chest that contained the priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind it on the floor. He had now reached what was called the Lower Leads,—a flat, covering a part of the prison contiguous to the gateway, and surrounded on all sides by walls about fourteen feet high.
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