Shot him, do you hear?”
“Good God!” he exclaimed, looking at her curiously. Presently. The
prison gates were besieged like the entrance of a booth at a fair; and the
Condemned Hold where he was confined, and to which visitors were admitted at
the moderate rate of a guinea a-head, had quite the appearance of a showroom. The white
haze of poison clouded her eyes. Sorrow lay in the back of his mind as he withdrew, but
he put it aside. And, though the villain can't see his
orders executed, I've no doubt some one else will. "
"I'm convinced of it," replied Shotbolt; "and it was on that very account I came
here. The bridge was protected
on either side by a railing with bannisters placed at wide intervals. Here," he added, throwing a handbill on the bed, "are
the particulars of the burglary, with the reward for Jack's apprehension. “You seem to be taking our little joke more seriously than it deserves,
Ferringhall,” he remarked.
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