" But as no answer was returned, he trust his arm up to the shoulder into the hole, and with some little difficulty and exertion of strength, drew forth Thames Darrell. ‘Lover’s tiff indeed. He shrieked with agony, and clung with desperate tenacity to the roughened stones. The man or woman who did something for nothing always excited his suspicions; they were playing some kind of a game. "Take the prisoners below, Nab," said Jonathan, addressing the dwarfish Jew; "I'll join you in an instant. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. Some rustic hand had written upon the door "JACK SHEPPARD'S CAGE;" and upon the wall was affixed a large placard describing his person, and offering a reward for his capture. "Then, the story of his death was false. Most of the time, he was hunting and he returned at night.
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