Maggot was equipped in a light blue riding-habit, trimmed with silver, a hunting-cap and a flaxen peruke, and, instead of a whip, carried a stout cudgel. The prostitute’s attack was predictable, typical. And she’s pluck to the backbone. ’ ‘I find that difficult to believe,’ snapped the general, jerking to and fro as his agitation mounted. Her mind left her. The man, who was just able to move, pointed towards Giltspur-street. Below the window he saw two coolies carrying a coffin, which presently they callously dumped into a yawning pit.
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