They were those of the Irish watchman. Sheppard repressed the scream that rose to her
lips, and both mother and son gazed with apprehension at the heavy figure of the
thief-taker, which, viewed in the twilight, seemed dilated to twice its natural size,
and appeared almost to block up the window. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn
voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring
him to prepare for eternity. As she approached, the carpenter's wife eyed
her from head to foot, in the hope of finding something in her person or apparel
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‘Pottiswick, you mean, miss?’
‘Yes, yes. Anna, I listened to all that he had to
say, and I called to him to let me get out.
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