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“Sure, I guess so. "Thus," replied the prize-fighter. The delight of the turnkeys was beyond all bounds; but poor Mrs. "Take her," cried Jonathan; and, flinging the now inanimate body of the poor widow, who had fainted in the struggle, into the arms of Thames, he leapt through the window, and by the time the latter could consign her to Wood, and dart after him, he had disappeared. It lay undisturbed in the remotest corner of the recess. His heart hammered in his chest. She was not allowed to bathe herself: another prisoner, with a privileged manner, washed her. Prudence shook her head. " "No," replied Sir Rowland, who appeared completely prostrated. "Very well. Earles asked sharply. The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back. “The young lady, I presume, told you that her name was Anna,” he remarked. He was confined in the Middle Stone Ward, a spacious apartment, with good light and air, situated over the gateway on the western side, and allotted to him, not for his own convenience, but for that of the keepers, who, if he had been placed in a gloomier or more incommodious dungeon, would have necessarily had to share it with him. Wearied at length with thinking on the past, and terrified by the prospect of the future, he threw himself on the straw with which the cage was littered, and endeavoured to compose himself to slumber.
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