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" A shadow, which was not cast by the jib, fell upon them both. "Fly, Captain—fly!" Aroused to a sense of the possibility of escape, Jack, who had viewed the deadly assault with savage satisfaction, burst from his captors and made for the door. "Shir Rowland Trenchard's affair— eh?" "That's it," rejoined Jonathan; "I expect him here every minute. This fall saved him, for the horsemen passed over him. I don't know whose brainless head it may be, but it'll do for my collection. It is no good arguing about a thing like that. "Your father—poor imbecile!—believes we ran away together. ‘Don’t try to turn it off,’ ordered Miss Froxfield. Besides," she added, blushing yet more deeply, "it isn't a proper one to talk upon. He was confined in the Middle Stone Ward, a spacious apartment, with good light and air, situated over the gateway on the western side, and allotted to him, not for his own convenience, but for that of the keepers, who, if he had been placed in a gloomier or more incommodious dungeon, would have necessarily had to share it with him.
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