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‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’ Roding ignored this. The signal of distress was evidently understood. ’ I said. ” “No,” she moaned, “not that. As he entered the shop, a tall portly personage advanced to meet him, whom he at once recognised as the present proprietor. I will pray for you. He drew her close up to him with a strong, steady pull. This path, bordered on each side by high privet hedges of the most beautiful green, soon brought them to a stile. 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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