17/23 It may come in that time; it's sure to come. In the Lord's name let me be sent to Bloomsbury Square. It's murder.' They took him to the anvil: but even then he could be heard above the clinking of the smiths' hammers, and the hoarse raging of the crowd, crying that he knew of Hugh's birth--that his father was living, and was a gentleman of influence and rank--that he had family secrets in his possession--that he could tell nothing unless they gave him time, but must die with them on his mind; and he continued to rave in this sort until his voice failed him, and he sank down a mere heap of clothes between the two attendants. The various officers, with the two sheriffs at their head, moved towards the door. |