‘Are you going to come quietly, mademoiselle?’ he demanded with grim determination. She regarded him coldly, as though wondering whether he had anything further to say. ” “And that, I suppose,” he said, waving his stick towards Mr. Sometimes a whole morning would pass without Spurlock uttering a word beyond the request for a drink of water. The guards, horse and foot, and constables formed a wide circle round it to keep off the mob. Little things, almost impalpable, had happened to justify that doubt; something in his manner had belied his words. Jack, who had formerly been in the custody of both these gentlemen, gave them a very cordial welcome; apologized for the sorry room he was compelled to receive them in; and when they took leave, insisted on treating them to a double bowl of punch, which they were now discussing with the upper jailer, Mr. F.
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