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"Is there any one you particularly blame?" Haswell shook his head. "No. There was at first, but the principal point is that she has decided she can't be happy with me. If I try to hold her after knowing that I become her jailer. I treat her as my property. I hope I'm not that sort. I had my chance and have failed." "I say, I don't want to be impertinent, you know."

She hesitated, and West glanced aside wonderingly. Would she venture to deny her knowledge of the man? "No," she said at last doubtfully, "not unless his other name was Jim. There was a fellow they called Jim. He was my jailer after that woman locked me into a room." "A woman? The same one who was with you on the yacht?" "Yes." "Where was this?" "Why surely you must know.

Free the prisoners the poor vauriens!" the crowd shouted, rushing forward with sticks and weapons. The prison arched the street as Temple Bar once spanned the Strand. They crowded under the archway, overpowered the terror-stricken jailer, and, battering open the door in frenzy, called the inmates forth.

The owner of said boy is requested to come forward, prove property, pay charges, and take him away, or he will be dealt with as the law directs. WM. EVERETT, Jailer. Dec. 24, 1835"

Sometimes I could see my new jailer studying me, if my plans were a puzzle to his brain. At first he used regularly to try the bars of the window, and search the wall as though he thought my devices might be found there.

There was a triumphant leer on MacDougall's lips as he and the jailer approached. As the whipper bound Neil's hands behind his back he hissed in his ear. "This will be a better job than the whipping, damn you!" Neil laughed. "Hear that, Nat?" he asked, loud enough for all in the cell to hear. "MacDougall says this will be a better job than the whipping.

Paul Burton, the easily swayed, the facilely led, rose and paced up and down, and after a few moments he halted before her. "Doesn't he your jailer appreciate you, Loraine?" She shrugged her lovely shoulders and looked up at him, smiling through lashes that glistened a little. "As much, I suppose, as a man can appreciate a woman whom he fails to understand. It's not his fault."

The grim jailer would reply: "No, you don't know what a place this is, or you would not ask to come in; besides that, this man had full warning and full opportunity of escape. He did not take the warning, and now a great ransom shall not deliver him." Sometimes men are sentenced to imprisonment for life.

Like a sponge, he soaks up all the whiskey in jail." The young man turns upon him a look more of pity than scorn, while the jailer shakes his head admonishingly. The vote-cribber continues insensible to the admonition. He, be it known, is a character of no small importance in the political world.

But the rough jailer only laughed, and departed to his own pleasant room, leaving the captive in tears. "Look here," said the jailer to his little daughter, "there is a flower I have just taken away from the prisoner in the tower. I don't know how he got it, but he cried like a baby when I took it away." "Poor prisoner!" said the little girl, with tears in her own eyes.