Shotbolt, the head turnkey of Clerkenwell Prison, and Mr. I have been imaging—”
“Mr. Better even than these. Great stone staircases leading no one knew whither, and long
gloomy passages, impressed the occasional visitor with the idea that he was
traversing a building of vast extent; and, though this was not the case in reality,
the deception was so cleverly contrived that it seldom failed of producing the
intended effect. A door led to the
inner room; and it was evident from the peals of merriment, and other noises,
that, ever and anon, resounded from within, that this chamber was occupied by
the Marquis and his friends. Here is one verse. Before midnight, your nephew shall
be safe beneath the hatches of the Zeeslang. The point is, I know all the tricks in finding a man. She is my only family. ”
Annabel moistened her dry lips with a handkerchief steeped in eau de Cologne. “Dear me,” she said, “I fancy you exaggerate my fame. “You seem to have cultivated quite a
jaunty appearance, and you certainly look years younger. ”
Anna rose to her feet.
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