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Jack hastily retreated, and taking the first means of concealment that occurred to him, descended the cellar steps. Her knees shook, her breath came fast, she almost felt the lurid effect of those tiny patches of rouge upon her pallor-stricken cheeks. The prison was two stories high, with a flat roof surmounted by a gilt vane fashioned like a key; and, possessing considerable internal accommodation, it had, in its day, lodged some thousands of disorderly personages. It was Blueskin. The night was now advancing, and the party began to think of separating.
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