A disconcerting gray eye that had a
mystifying depth. As they entered the room beyond, a fierce growl was heard. “There’s no end of things I’d like to
talk over with you. ”
“Why couldn’t you do that at home?”
“I’m working at the Imperial College. It was a sort of cooking-room, with an
immense fire-place flanked by a couple of cauldrons, and was called Jack
Ketch's Kitchen, because the quarters of persons executed for treason were there
boiled by the hangman in oil, pitch, and tar, before they were affixed on the city
gates, or on London Bridge. But we were both
pledged to secrecy, and I couldn’t reveal my part for fear that I would lose my
place. Not far
from him was a knot of lads drinking, swearing, and playing at dice as eagerly
and as skilfully as any of the older hands. ”
He shook his head slowly, smiling mysteriously. “He would never have found you out if
you had not personated me. "
"That wouldn't answer my purpose," replied Jonathan, savagely.
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