One called Waterman's Hall, a horrible place adjoining the postern under the gate, whence, through a small barred aperture, they solicited alms from the passengers: the other, a large chamber, denominated My Lady's Hold, was situated in the highest part of the jail, at the northern extremity. What is it? Good God!” An unhappy little smile parted her lips. Ruth felt his hand grow cold as it slipped from hers. He had particular reasons for wanting to keep Spurlock away from the jetty. Nothing but the publicity of the place and the recollection of that terrible constituency kept him from attempting some perfectly respectful but unmistakable evidence of his sympathy. Only think how compromising. "Who knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket. "Help! help!" "You call in vain," returned Kneebone. Small, but eminently serviceable. That’s all about it.
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