Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. It was convenient for Father Saint-Simon, who could enter this way and prepare in the little room before going up the narrow stair to the chapel above where the nuns waited. To his great joy he found a small garret-door in the roof of the opposite house open. His legs were dreadfully swelled; his hands bruised; and his fetters occasioned him intolerable pain.
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