'No, Will, only I have my wits about me.'
'You have actually converted Newgate—Newgate Prison—into a Receiving House for stolen property.'
'Five guineas apiece for the turnkeys was what it cost. I thought it the safest and the simplest plan, Will.'
'Safest and simplest!'
Before I recovered the surprise of this information we reached the stairs. On the Quarter deck was Alice with the boy.
'You dear good woman,' Jenny cried. 'You are come to see the last of the transported convict: the end of the Orange Girl!'
Yet beside my wife in her homely dress, Jenny looked like a Countess. Alice kissed her. 'We are not going to leave you, Jenny. We are going with you, your servants as long as we live.'