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It was a fair fight or might have been had it come to a tussle." Mountchance knew Rofflash to be a hardened liar. The truth probably was that he had committed a murder. But there was no time to argue the point. To judge by the terrific blows which came at regular intervals something much more formidable than an ordinary hammer was being used. Then there was the sound of splintering wood.
He knew the phenomenal luck which attended Lady Anastasia's play and he had to be contented with promises. Thus they parted. Rofflash was right. He had seen Lavinia enter the Old Bailey coffee house. Hannah was sitting up expecting her she had arranged as much with Lavinia and she became terribly uneasy when midnight sounded from half a dozen church clocks and the girl still absent.
"If the captain's made a good haul so much the better," he muttered. "It's time he did. He's had the devil's bad luck of late." The old man shuffled to the door and shot back the bolts. Rofflash precipitated himself inside with such haste and violence that he nearly upset Mountchance. "Lock the door," he gasped. "Quick. I've a pack of hungry wolves at my heels."
It should more than pay for the wine and the wherry to Spring Gardens. Keep faith with me, you rascal, or I'll half wring your head from your shoulders and give you a free taste of what's bound to come to you some day the rope at Tyburn." Jarvis grinned in sickly fashion and swore by all that was unholy to carry out his orders strictly. Rofflash then strode away.
Whatever their talk might have been about, just as Dorrimore turned Vane saw Sally tear herself from Captain Jeremy's grasp and hurry away, and he became more than ever persuaded that she had betrayed him. What did it matter? One woman or another they were all the same. He walked apart while Jarvis and Rofflash arranged the preliminaries. His brain was numbed.
He'll need all he knows, though," added Rofflash darkly, "when I meet him." "Yes, when!" echoed Sally sarcastically. "You'll get no help from me." "What! Sally Salisbury handing over the man she fancies to another woman? Is the world coming to an end?" Rofflash burst into a jeering laugh. It irritated Sally beyond endurance as he intended it should. But it did not provoke the reply he hoped for.
Sally had been very useful to Rofflash in disposing of some of the trophies of his exploits on the Bath Road. The highwayman never grumbled at whatever commission she chose to take and the arrangement was to their mutual advantage. Sally took the pearls and stroked their smooth surfaces lovingly. "It's a shame to part with 'em." "Aye, they'd look brave on your neck, sweetheart." "No.
But some of those following knew the intricacies of Clare Market better than Rofflash, and he twisted and turned like a hunted hare, his difficulties momentarily increasing, for as the excited mob fought their way through the narrow lanes their numbers swelled. True, Jeremy Rofflash made his way to the Strand without being captured, but he failed to reach Whitefriars.
Somebody must have seen you enter how else did they know you were here?" Another ominous splintering noise, then the sharp crack of ripping wood. "No more of this damned nonsense," muttered Rofflash, and swinging his arm he gave Mountchance a blow with the flat of his hand, toppling him over.
A thousand pities we couldn't get the coach nearer. Damn His Majesty King George, say I." "Talk under your breath, Mr. Dorrimore, if you must air your traitorous speeches," whispered Rofflash. "You don't seem to know that what you've been saying is little short of 'God save King James, which is treason in any case and doubly dyed treason when uttered in the Royal Park."
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