The young lady with frizzled hair, whom Brendon had pointed out to her as Miss Ellicot, leaned forward from her hostess’s side. " In an angle of the Stone Hall was the Iron Hold, a chamber containing a vast assortment of fetters and handcuffs of all weights and sizes. His most eager inquiries and most lavish bribes could gain no further information than that she had left for England, and that her address was—London. " "Bah!" returned the woollen-draper. "Old Morgan the trader," she explained, "used to save me Tit-Bits. He came in with his hands in his trousers pockets and a general air of depression in his bearing.
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