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In each corner stood a stout square post reaching to the ceiling. Acquainted with every part of the jail, Jack well knew that his only chance of effecting an escape must be by the roof. "Come out!" roared Quilt, looking into the aperture. Instantly I knew that I was going to run away that night before he returned from the neighbouring island. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag.
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