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CHAPTER XXVI THE REVISIT TO THE MIDWIFE’S HOUSE Ir was just as the clock at the archbishop’s palace in Lambeth was chiming half-past eight, that Mr. Peter Grumley and his man Mobbs led Caroline Walters forth from the back door of the magistrate’s dwelling. The young girl had neither bonnet nor shawl, for those who had hurried her off to prison so peremptorily on the night of the murder had not manifested the consideration or the forethought to provide her with any additional garment to her own clothing;. and thus she had nothing but her ordinary apparel to protect her against the night alr. Neither Grumley nor Mobbs now took any notice of this circumstance until they had proceeded some short distance from the dwelling of the justice of the peace; and then, suddenly perceiving that the young girl was shivering with the cold and that her teeth were chattering violently, as she walked between himself and his companion, Grumley exclaimed, ‘‘ By goles! this is too bad, the poor creatur’ is well-nigh starved.” ““ Why} didn’t she eat the bread and cheese that his worship ordered to be given her? ”’ growled Mobbs, for Caro- line had refused to partake of any refreshment at the magis- trate’s abode. ‘““T don’t mean that kind of starwation, you cussed fool,’’ exclaimed Mr. Grumley. ‘“‘ I mean she’s starved with cold.”’ “Oh, never mind, never mind,” said the young girl, _ crossing her arms over her bosom. “ We shall soon be ~ there, and then I can procure some warmer apparel.’’ “Well, come along, then,’”’ observed Grumley, quicken- ing his pace, and making Caroline take his arm, he led her 229 (G@) AG 6)(0)()