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Be this as it may, though a Catholic, he died a friend to the Protestant succession. ” “And what do you think I ought to do?” “Exactly!” He lifted a paper-weight and dabbed it gently down again. 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. If I were Mr.
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