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It was better even than the hymn-singing. Still, I'm glad she didn't accept my invitation to join us. ‘Then I am not mad in the least. ” He looked at her pleadingly. Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to clear the way. She made no attempt to answer her sister’s question. Here, without a glimpse of daylight; visited by no one except Austin at stated intervals, who neither answered a question nor addressed a word to him; fed upon the worst diet, literally mouldy bread and ditch-water; surrounded by stone walls; with a flagged floor for his pillow, and without so much as a blanket to protect him from the death-like cold that pierced his frame,—Jack's stout heart was subdued, and he fell into the deepest dejection, ardently longing for the time when even a violent death should terminate his sufferings. ’ He nodded in the direction of her pistol. “Shot through the lungs,” he remarked. A black-garbed figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back. "Your detective has been remiss in his duty; let him suffer for it.
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