In his condition the boy apparently had been as safe as in the lock-up. “Very well,” he said, “I will go. I shall now be able to test my skill. Acquainted with every part of the jail, Jack well knew that his only chance of effecting an escape must be by the roof. I want to be myself. Ruth was inflammable; she would always be flaring up swiftly, in pity, in tenderness, in anger; she would always be answering impulses, without seeking to weigh or to analyse them.
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