The unfortunate prisoner, meanwhile, who was not informed of the respite, languished in his horrible dungeon, and, at the expiration of three weeks, became so seriously indisposed that it was feared he could not long survive. So far she had not heard the sound of his voice. ‘Or do I arrest you and have these soldiers march you off to gaol?’ A sweep of his arm indicated the array of military strength on the benches, every eye of which was trained on the little scene being enacted before them. " "You need not," replied Jack, in a tone of the deepest compunction. She felt herself shaking again. "Come along, Blueskin. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. His spirits revived, and encouraging himself with the idea that the present impediment, though the greatest, was the last, he set himself seriously to consider how it might best be overcome. Without a word or a gesture, the Wastrel turned and staggered forth, out of the orbit of these two, having been thrust into it for a single purpose already described. Her eyelids fluttered with recognition, and she cried out softly. And the fact that it was dressed in riding gear had fooled her into thinking it was her own image.
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