"Answer me one question first?" he said; "I half suspect you're Jack Sheppard. " "I, a thief?" "Aye; thief, Roundhead and all. She glanced into his face. The father, granite; the daughter, fire: Spurlock saw the one and heard the other, his amazement indescribable. Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. Built and paved with stone, without beds, or any other sort of protection from the cold, this dreadful hole, accounted the most dark and dismal in the prison, was made the receptacle of such miserable wretches as could not pay the customary fees. At the same time she was wildly exultant at the resolution she had taken, the end she had made to her blunder.
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