pgdp. The ball passed over his head, and lodged in the ceiling. Kneebone," observed Shotbolt, as he emptied his tenth tumbler; "I'm sure he's meditating an escape, and hopes to accomplish it to-night. Shall I send him to Sir John?” Annabel was white to the lips, but her anger was not yet spent.
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