" "Where's Mr. "They will kill me, if they find me, as they would have killed my husband and child. They were both dressed in every respect alike. The dusky obscurity of the room was twice welcome. Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. “There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed. But this afternoon it discovered an unusual vein of irritability in her. Acquainted with every part of the jail, Jack well knew that his only chance of effecting an escape must be by the roof. Eight per cent. Though nearly dark, there was still light enough left to enable him to discern surrounding objects.
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