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"Heeh! an that be sae we maun be carefu'! Are there any sharp-edged or pointed instruments in his cell?" "Naught but his penknife. I was minded to bring it away, but I did na." "Eh, then we will pay him a visit in his cell," said the warden, rising. The turnkey led the way upstairs, and they entered the prisoner's cell.

I have said that the turnkey was a tall, strong man, and twenty years the younger of the two; so doubtless when he made for Elzevir, he thought he would easily have him broken down and handcuffed, and then turn to me. But he reckoned without his host, for though Elzevir was the shorter and older man, he was wonderfully strong, and seasoned as a salted thong.

"Impossible!" cried Simon, "she'll never come around me, and as long as I have my eyes open, she and her brood will never get away. No one can come down the staircase without my hearing and seeing it, for you know my rooms are near the stairs, and the door is always open and I am always there, and then there is the turnkey Ricard, who watches the door that leads to the court like a cerberus.

The warden then called a turnkey and ordered him to attend Miss Black to the condemned cell. The young turnkey took up a lamp and a great key and walked before, leading the way down-stairs to a cell in the interior of the basement, occupied by Black Donald.

The old man did not answer for a moment. "Reynolds, have you seen Dacre?" The question was sudden. "Does does not your lordship know " he faltered. Geoffrey sprang from his chair. "They shot him." Geoffrey sank back to his seat. The old servant walked to the window, pulling out his handkerchief. Outside was heard the measured step of the turnkey pacing to and fro.

When the hour came for locking up, he supposed all strangers to be excluded for the night. When the time for opening came again, he was so anxious to see Bob, that they were fain to patch up a narrative how that Bob many a year dead then, gentle turnkey had taken cold, but hoped to be out to-morrow, or the next day, or the next at furthest.

"'On the faith of a Spaniard, I answered, I know nothing, but if I did it would be all the same to you, for no one can make an honest servant betray his master. "At this the rascal told the turnkey to give me a taste of the lash, and after this had been done I was set at liberty.

'I shan't be one long, he replied, looking up with a face retaining no human expression but rage and terror. 'Strike them all dead! What right have they to butcher me? As he spoke he caught sight of Oliver and Mr. Brownlow. Shrinking to the furthest corner of the seat, he demanded to know what they wanted there. 'Steady, said the turnkey, still holding him down.

The turnkey came and fastened the door. All night through I was handing water to these poor creatures. The bed bugs were thick and kept me quite busy knocking them out of my face. I lay on the plank but could not sleep a wink. Next morning I was called in court. That police officer in order to make it a case of disturbing the peace said there were one hundred and fifty people around.

A debtor had been taken to the Marshalsea Prison, a very amiable and very helpless middle-aged gentleman who was perfectly clear "like all the rest of them," the turnkey on the lock said that he was going out again directly.