She spoke slowly. "Oh! that was all, was it?" said the turnkey, quietly reseating himself. ’ ‘That we shall see. The prisoner, however, submitted more quietly than was anticipated. But it was under false names, so I dare say it ain’t valid. It is safe. Clearing the few impediments in his way, he soon reached the condemned pew, where it had once been his fate to sit; and extending himself on the seat endeavoured to snatch a moment's repose. To have written a short story in a week was rather a remarkable feat. ‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again, hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and crashing beyond the secret door. This was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as “White’s. " So saying, she retired, and Jack entered the cell.
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