He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a
reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the
preparation-room. “You yourself have decided that—apart from the
question of Annabel. "Mr. Wet as he was, he felt if he lay down in the grass, he should
perish with cold; while, if he sought a night's lodging in any asylum, his dress,
stained with blood and covered with dirt, would infallibly cause him to be
secured and delivered into the hands of justice. Do not believe it, Madam. From this sorrowful state he was aroused by a loud derisive whistle, followed by
a still louder laugh; and, looking up, he beheld the impudent countenance of Jack
Sheppard immediately before him.
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