Chapter 29 ALAN ROOKWOOD

The wolf shall find her grave, and scrape it up;

Not to devour the corse, but to discover

The horrid murther.

Webster.

"Bravo! capital!" cried Turpin, laughing loud and long as an Olympian deity; "has this simple wench outwitted you all; turned the tables upon the whole gang of plotters, eh? Excellent! ha, ha, ha! The next time you wed,

            
            

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