" "I do not doubt it," returned Jack; "none but those who have experienced it can understand the miseries of imprisonment. " The woollen-draper made no answer, but hastily starting up, bolted the door. There were shadows under his eyes. The young fellow was almost as odd in his way as the girl was in hers. But to-day he did not get beyond half a dozen desultory start-offs. In addition to his customary arms, Jonathan carried a bludgeon with a large heavy knob, suspended from his wrist by a loop; a favourite weapon, which he always took with him on dangerous expeditions, and which, if any information had been requisite, would have told Sheppard that the present was one of them. I shall never come back. Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to clear the way. The big gray spaces of London, the shop-lit, greasy, shining streets, had become very remote; the biological laboratory with its work and emotions, the meetings and discussions, the rides in hansoms with Ramage, were like things in a book read and closed.
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