Show him no quarter, Poll. What about them?” He called a hansom. " "Where are they?" "Ay, where are they?" chorussed the mob, flourishing their various weapons, and flashing their torches in the air; "we'll starve 'em out. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. We will beg our bread and our shelter, and our passage on a boat.
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