” “What?” He asked. “You must have heard—have you—oh, tell me, won’t you?” she begged. Anna was unimpressed. She seemed to think he was merely the paymaster, handing over the means of her freedom. Bulging out more in the middle than at the two extremities, it resembled an enormous cask set on its end, —a sort of Heidelberg tun on a large scale,—and this resemblance was increased by the small circular aperture—it hardly deserved to be called a door—pierced, like the bung-hole of a barrell, through the side of the structure, at some distance from the ground, and approached by a flight of wooden steps. The atmosphere seemed heavy with the odour of drugs. " Nor was this all. Some rustic hand had written upon the door "JACK SHEPPARD'S CAGE;" and upon the wall was affixed a large placard describing his person, and offering a reward for his capture. “The next question, Miss Anna,” he said, “is how am I to help you? I am wholly at your disposal. 2. ’ The mention of Alderley’s name, as Roding had confidently expected, caused the soldiers’ eyes to veer across to the young lady again, this time with a good deal less sympathy, and much more uncertainty.
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