It doesn’t seem to matter. It was a dull, foggy day, and the atmosphere was so thick and heavy, that, at eight o'clock, the curious who arrived near the prison could scarcely discern the tower of St. Not I. All the village was assembled in the churchyard. "Why, how the devil did you happen to guess that?" cried the janizary. It was just a shabby, stupid, furtive business that began between us. In this way, Jack was brought back to Newgate, and again chained down in the Middle Ward.
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