I pledged my thumb that, dead or alive, I'd pay the wager if I lost; and I should like to be as good as my word. Don’t take my word for it though. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. Below it a prodigiously large bolt was shot into the socket, and, in order to keep it there, was fastened by a hasp, and further protected by an immense padlock. . There is light enough from the sun,’ she said, relieved.
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