Lucy had baked the apple and pumpkin pies, carefully molding the flour crusts and adding extra teaspoonfuls of allspice and cinnamon while no one looked. ‘You are wise, Marthe. All about her, hither and yon, lay the enticing Unknown. “You go home,” he said, at parting; “you go home. ” “Why?” she asked. The pair then descended Saffron-hill, threaded Field-lane, and, entering Holborn, passed over the little bridge which then crossed the muddy waters of Fleet-ditch, mounted Snow-hill, and soon drew in the bridle before Jonathan Wild's door. ‘Quick, Gérard.
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