"Or the street," returned Jack: "mind my words, the prison's not built that can keep me. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. As Jack appeared to be sinking fast, his fetters were removed, his own clothes were returned to him, and he was allowed a mattress and a scanty supply of bed-linen. ‘Yes, a very sad story,’ agreed the major. "Sir Rowland is your uncle—he will be your guardian—he will protect you. Get the men back to their posts. The major’s hand stilled. . She reflected upon that with a thrill of terror that was also, somehow, in some faint remote way, gleeful.
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