"Mr. ‘That would have grieved
Jarvis. In the centre of the
upper gallery was a spacious saloon, appropriated to the governors of the
asylum. Above was a spacious hall,
connected with it by a flight of stone steps, at the further end of which stood an
immense grated door, called in the slang of the place "The Jigger," through the
bars of which the felons in the upper wards were allowed to converse with their
friends, or if they wished to enter the room, or join the revellers below, they were
at liberty to do so, on payment of a small fine. ”
“Be very sure that you do,” Anna said slowly. "
"Stand off, Sir!" exclaimed Trenchard, starting suddenly backwards. Whatever she does is minimized. "What has put it into your head that your son yet lives?" he asked. Let him be sure. ToC
Jack was scarcely concealed when the door opened, and the two persons of
whom he had caught a glimpse below entered the room. His face, as he
looked down where his hand sought for a weapon concealed in her petticoat, was
so close that she could see only the line of his firm jaw, the drag of his powdered
hair that drew it into the military pigtail, and the black ribbon that adorned it.
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