She did not have the power of men. Now then," he added more calmly, "I am ready to die. Sheppard!" echoed Jack, surprised out of his caution. Above this revolting spot was the female debtor's ward; below it a gloomy cell, called Tangier; and, lower still, the Stone Hold, a most terrible and noisome dungeon, situated underground, and unvisited by a single ray of daylight. This queer father of hers had given her everything but his arms. His lips parted in a rare smile. "Mother!" cried the son, "help!" "What is this?" shrieked Lady Trafford, raising herself on the couch, and extending her hands towards him. CHAPTER XXVIII.
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