Whatever those rights may be, whoever I am, my heart is yours. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. A ball from Wild's pistol passed through his heart, and a volley of musketry poured from the guards lodged several balls in the yet breathing body of his leader. I knew him in spite of his dress. Above was a spacious hall, connected with it by a flight of stone steps, at the further end of which stood an immense grated door, called in the slang of the place "The Jigger," through the bars of which the felons in the upper wards were allowed to converse with their friends, or if they wished to enter the room, or join the revellers below, they were at liberty to do so, on payment of a small fine. His eyes were bright, and his voice had in it an unaccustomed timbre.
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