The Chapel was situated in the south-east angle of the jail; the ordinary at the
time of this history being the Reverend Thomas Purney; the deputy chaplain, Mr. "
"Mother be——!" returned Jack. ’
‘You see? Not to be trusted,’ Hilary uttered disgustedly. Paul's are his work. Mr. I'll lay my life he's gone. "Caught!" shouted the head-turnkey. "Don't leave him, if you're at all fearful, my dear," replied Wood, receiving the
little burthen with a laugh. Ain't you, Jacky darling?"
"Not quite, Poll," returned Mr. “Tell me his name,” he said, “and I promise that he shall never trouble you. Only I
wish that it did not remind one so much of a second-hand clothes shop. In one angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with a rusty
grate and broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort of box, contrived
between the wall and the boards, that looked like an apology for a cupboard. I love to research, not just for school.
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