“I cannot conceive,” he said, “how any other occupation could ever have occurred to you. He has a way of sitting on people. The man Hill has persecuted me for months—ever since I have been in England. He righted a chair and sat in it, his face in his hands. I want to know who sent you those. That register would be easy to get at; comforting thought. It is the horse of the priest, you understand, and—and he does not know that I have borrowed it. Independently of other risks, and of the chance of breaking his neck in the descent, he was aware that to reach the leads he should have to break open six of the strongest doors of the prison.
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