”
A dull flush burned upon his cheeks. There was no
point in rushing into the long walk home. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the
window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. "It won't do, widow," said he, drawing near her, while she shrank from his
approach, "so you may spare your breath. ‘That would have grieved
Jarvis. "
CHAPTER IV. “You have put all your life in my hands,” he
declared. He turned back at once. At least, you are one, and I am disguised like one. ” She could have handled ten times the
weight, and hoisted him on her back and carried him too. Book. When the turnkey, next morning, stepp'd into his room,
The sight of the hole in the wall struck him dumb;
The sheriff's black bracelets lay strewn on the ground,
But the lad that had worn 'em could nowhere be found.
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