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I’ll have to make a visit out of town. At least I rather hoped I might spend my time chasing smugglers, which would have afforded some excitement. Such was the hubbub and tumult around him, that the carpenter could not hear its plunge into the flood. Here, without a glimpse of daylight; visited by no one except Austin at stated intervals, who neither answered a question nor addressed a word to him; fed upon the worst diet, literally mouldy bread and ditch-water; surrounded by stone walls; with a flagged floor for his pillow, and without so much as a blanket to protect him from the death-like cold that pierced his frame,—Jack's stout heart was subdued, and he fell into the deepest dejection, ardently longing for the time when even a violent death should terminate his sufferings. She decided to go out into the London afternoon again and get something to eat in an Aerated Bread shop or some such place, and perhaps find a cheap room for herself. No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup— since yesterday at tea.
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