"Not a syllable!" answered the carpenter, angrily. "But it is much to me. I've a question to ask him. He had an appointment
in Jersey, you know, after he left the army. Ah, if I had written that!"
"Don't you want to live?"
"I don't know; I really don't know. He turned back at once. Baptist Kettleby (for so was the Master named) was a "goodly portly man, and a
corpulent," whose fair round paunch bespoke the affection he entertained for
good liquor and good living. Say something. He jumps the words out of your mouth; he takes hold of what you have
to say before you have had time to express it properly. Above was a spacious hall,
connected with it by a flight of stone steps, at the further end of which stood an
immense grated door, called in the slang of the place "The Jigger," through the
bars of which the felons in the upper wards were allowed to converse with their
friends, or if they wished to enter the room, or join the revellers below, they were
at liberty to do so, on payment of a small fine.
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