’ ‘Please forgive, milor’, but my wife, and even I myself, have yet very much trouble with English. The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. Here, without a glimpse of daylight; visited by no one except Austin at stated intervals, who neither answered a question nor addressed a word to him; fed upon the worst diet, literally mouldy bread and ditch-water; surrounded by stone walls; with a flagged floor for his pillow, and without so much as a blanket to protect him from the death-like cold that pierced his frame,—Jack's stout heart was subdued, and he fell into the deepest dejection, ardently longing for the time when even a violent death should terminate his sufferings. All the turnkeys rose to salute the thief-taker, whose habitually-sullen countenance looked gloomier than usual. "I will live," cried Blueskin, with a look of the deadliest hatred at Wild, "to be revenged on you. "That gown is getting shabby. The stench was cheese-like and unbearable and Lucy dry-heaved.
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