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It was a dark mysterious place, and what it was used for no one exactly knew; but it was called by those who had seen it the Well Hole. “You’ll be there, right?” She asked, hearing his breathing audibly jump. "In the hall," replied Charcam. Within that dungeon lay Captain Bew, Rumbold and Whitney—a jolly crew! All carved their names on the stone, and all Share the fate of the brave Du Val! With their chisels so fine, tra la! "Save us!" continued the apprentice, "I hope this beam doesn't resemble the Newgate stone; or I may chance, like the great men the song speaks of, to swing on the Tyburn tree for my pains. Lucy slipped upstairs silently. The windows were grated, the doors barred; each room had the name as well as the appearance of a cell; and the very porter who stood at the gate, habited like a jailer, with his huge bunch of keys at his girdle, his forbidding countenance and surly demeanour seemed to be borrowed from Newgate. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www. Her nerves were shattered, her senses dazed by this unexpected shock. ” She taunted. "To paint your portrait," answered the jailer. \" She rose to leave the kitchen. For the first time, perhaps, in his life, he repented of his brutality. " And, with this, he coolly re-adjusted his peruke. "May I beg to know whom I've the pleasure of adressing? Jackson, I conclude, is merely an assumed name.
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