THE PRISON-BREAKER. " "Ah! indeed! what's he doing here?" inquired Jack. “You see,” he said, “you are like an inaccessible gold-mine in all this sort of matter. "Mr. Constance Widgett’s abundant copper-red hair was bent down over some dimly remunerative work—stencilling in colors upon rough, white material—at a kitchen table she had dragged up-stairs for the purpose, while on her bed there was seated a slender lady of thirty or so in a dingy green dress, whom Constance had introduced with a wave of her hand as Miss Miniver. A sarcastic smile seemed to play upon the chief-taker's lips; and abashed at his own irresolution, the lad went on. "My schemes have succeeded tolerably well hitherto. Silk.
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