The next morning came a compact letter from her father. A row of magnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw their broad arms over this pleasant spot. I'll see her myself; and that's more than she bargained for, I'll be sworn. "It's the boy's death-warrant," observed Jonathan, with a sinister smile. He had not proceeded far when he encountered Sir Rowland, who, having missed his attendant, had returned to look after him. " "Rather behind me;" and he spoke no more that morning. Not if I read her aright. Headed by Jonathan, all the turnkeys then repaired to the upper part of the jail, and, approaching the Red Room by a circuitous route, several doors were unlocked, and they came upon the scene of Jack's exploits.
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