"Oh, you're here, are you?" said the ruffian, with an exulting laugh: "I've been looking for you everywhere. “Your friend, “DAVID COURTLAW. 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. We'll come back for that by and by, and the dressing-gown. Don’t be afraid to go on thinking it. Then before she could say a word to arrest him he was at her side. ‘She won’t. Forgive me. I've some other things inside, Sir, which you might wish to buy,—some pistols. It’s no good hiding it any more.
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