“You cowards!” said Ann Veronica, “put her down!” and tore herself from a detaining hand and battered with her fists upon the big red ear and blue shoulder of the policeman who held the little old lady. Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks grew pale. She laid her hand upon his arm. Her fingers closed upon it instinctively. ‘Do please continue,’ Gerald begged, deceptively docile. The lips of the mask twisted upward into a smile. “Read this, John. "The shoulder-clappers!" added a lady, who, in her anxiety to join the party, had unintentionally substituted her husband's nether habiliments for her own petticoats. Old Newgate 302 X.
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