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But the clearly definite thing was the ultimate escape. The pistol fell to the floor. “How old are you?” “Sixteen. “My arrival appears to be opportune,” he said stiffly. These starlings varied in width, according to the bulk of the pier they surrounded. Montague Hill. Furiously, she dashed his hands away. 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.
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