In hope to lay her spirit, I would have offered up a victim: but--but she will not have him.

Mine was the hand that--" "Pardon me," upstarted Mr.Sharp, "this poor gentleman is a mono-maniac; pray, my lurd, let him be removed while the trial is proceeding." "You horse-hair hypocrite, you!" roared Ben, "would you hang the innocent, and save the guilty ?" Would he?
would Mr.Philip Sharp?
Ay, that he would; and glad of such a famous opportunity.

What! would not Newgate rejoice, and Horsemonger be glad?
Would not his bag be filled with briefs from the community of burglars, and his purse be rich in gold subscribed by the brotherhood of thieves?
Great at once would be his name among the purlieus of iniquity: and every rogue in London would retain but Philip Sharp.

Would he?
ask him again.
But Jennings quietly proceeded like a speaking statue.
"I am not mad, most noble--" [the Bible-read villain was from habit quoting Paul]--"my lord, I mean.

My hand did the deed: I throttled her" (here he gave a scared look over his shoulder): "yes--I did it once and again: I took the crock of gold.