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“Hampstead didn’t suit Lady Ferringhall,” Ennison remarked. Acquainted with every part of the jail, Jack well knew that his only chance of
effecting an escape must be by the roof. ‘That I do not yet know. Casting a hasty glance at the old and ruinous prison belonging
to the liberty of the Bishop of Winchester (whose palace formerly adjoined the
river), called the Clink, which gave its name to the street, along which he
walked: and noticing, with some uneasiness, the melancholy manner in which
the wind whistled through its barred casements, the carpenter followed his
companion down an opening to the right, and presently arrived at the water-side. Withdrawing another bolt, and
unhooking a chain suspended from the top of the casement, Jonathan pushed the
iron framework outwards. "
"What?" he barked. On the death of his royal patron, he resolved to
return to his own country; and, after various delays, which had postponed it to
the present time, he had succeeded in accomplishing his object. Niente. She was a little paler than
when she had come to London, a little paler and a little thinner. The
spectacle seemed to afford as much amusement to Jonathan as to the actors
engaged in it. ‘We don’t
know who she is. "
"Jack!" cried Thames, in indignant surprise.
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