"Poor Jack!" cried Winifred, burying her face in her lover's bosom. " "Is that all!" retorted Jonathan. "Who's there?—Pshaw! it's only the wind. It was a dull, foggy day, and the atmosphere was so thick and heavy, that, at eight o'clock, the curious who arrived near the prison could scarcely discern the tower of St. ” “I have a clue, at any rate,” he remarked, smiling.
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