“I would marry your sister anyhow, under any circumstances,” he answered. The oaken beam, nine inches in thickness, was now the sole but most formidable obstacle to his flight. “I shall probably want you to come down to the ‘Unusual’ to-morrow morning,” he said. "I've the Bridewell account to settle. Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. It was approached from the street by a flight of broad stone steps, leading to a ponderous door, plated with iron, and secured on the inner side by huge bolts, and a lock, with wards of a prodigious size. He remained listening attentively.
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