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ToC The ward into which Jack was endeavouring to break was called the Red Room, from the circumstance of its walls having once been painted in that colour; all traces of which had, however, long since disappeared. “And now let us leave the men alone and talk about ourselves. Opening the door he then stepped into a dark narrow passage leading, as he was well aware, to the chapel. At six o'clock, the wicket was shut; and at nine, the jail was altogether locked up. In their happiest times, he was the most faithful and devoted of husbands. ‘Cajolery? This is not your style. Yet her embarrassment was only a passing thing. He had not considered this aspect of the business.
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