Madame Flirt - A Romance of 'The Beggar's Opera' by Charles Edward Pearce
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mean a matter o' twenty guineas in your pocket to give him up."
"Blood money! I don't earn my living that way. You could have spared your breath, Rofflash. The man's not here. I'll show you how he escaped. Come this way." Sally led the fellow to the window overlooking the Black Ditch and told him the story. "Are you bamboozling me, you jade?" growled Rofflash. "It would be like you." "I daresay it would if it were worth my while but it isn't. Look for yourself. Can't you see the deep foot-prints in the mud?" The waning moon gave sufficient light to show the black slimy surface of the ditch. An irregularly shaped hole immediately below the window showed where Vane had alighted. Footprints distinct enough indicated the direction taken. "If you're not satisfied search the house." "I'll take your word. Who's your friend? You wouldn't lift your little finger to save a stranger." "Who's the girl?" Sally parried in a flash. "What's she like?" Rofflash had sharp wits. Cunning was part of his trade. "Ho ho," he thought. "Sits the wind in that quarter? I'll steer |
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