"Why not?"
"I'll tell you," cried a deep voice from the back of the bed. Covering his face with a crape mask, and taking the candle
from his associate, Jack entered the room; and, pistol in hand, stepped up to the
bed, and approached the light to the eyes of the sleepers. He did not speak for a moment. Perhaps once it had desired some other human being intolerably. The delight of the turnkeys was beyond all
bounds; but poor Mrs. "
Taking the keys, he led the way, followed by Jonathan, who chuckled internally
at the shock that awaited the poor fellow. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by
a passing lackey. Straw and other
combustibles being collected, were placed in the middle of the audiencechamber.
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