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. It will be altogether you. He had barely settled at his desk in his library, when he was disturbed by two morning callers. Kneebone and his Friends. "Save me!—save me!" "Damnation!" vociferated Jonathan, savagely. On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm.
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