"If the best nag ever foaled were to throw me in this unlucky spot, I'd blow his brains out." "What do you mean, Sir ?" asked Trenchard.
"A fall against Newgate is accounted a sign of death by the halter," replied Wild, with ill-disguised malignity.
"Tush!" exclaimed Sir Rowland, angrily.
"From that door," continued the thief-taker, pointing to the gloomy portal of the prison opposite which they were standing, "the condemned are taken to Tyburn.

It's a bad omen to be thrown near that door." "I didn't suspect you of so much superstition, Mr.Wild," observed the knight, contemptuously.
"Facts convince the most incredulous," answered Jonathan, drily.

"I've known several cases where the ignominious doom I've mentioned has been foretold by such an accident as has just befallen you.

There was Major Price--you must recollect him, Sir Rowland,--he stumbled as he was getting out of his chair at that very gate.

Well, _he_ was executed for murder.