” Ann Veronica sat with her chin on her hand, red-lit and saying little, and Miss Miniver discoursed. 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. What's-your-name?" "Shotbolt, Sir," replied the jailer. ‘I’m a soldier, missie.
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