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"That's it, over yonder," said the man, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at a nondescript building some way ahead. "That looks more like a jail." "Wal, so 'tis. The jail's in the ell part o' the tavern. Cephe Bement keeps 'em both." "It's a queer notion to put em under the same roof." "I dunno 'bout that, nuther. It's mostly by way o' the tavern that fellers gits inter jail, I calc'late."
Hence, in some new jails you may now see the non-separate system; in others, the separate system without silence; in others, the separate and silent system; in others, a mixture of these, i. e., the hardened offenders kept separate, the improving ones allowed to mix; and these varieties are at the discretion of the magistrates, who settle within the legal limits each jail's system.
I'm coming reluctantly to the belief that jail's the most comfortable place in Canada, anyhow." "But this is an outrage," cried the professor indignantly. "Of course it is," replied Yates wearily; "but the woods are full of them. There's always outrages going on, especially in so-called free countries; therefore one more or less won't make much difference.
"And three months ago he foreclosed. Funny, ain't it?" "It's impossible. It's one of your fool lies, Dart." "When I tell a lie, Red, I don't tell that kind. The whole thing was recorded nice and proper. All you got to do is go to the courthouse and look it up. I'd go for you, only the jail's in the basement and jails always give me a cold. Or, you can go ask the Weak Sister. He'll know about it.
The debilitated cousin, more debilitated by the dreariness of the place, gets into a fearful state of depression, groaning under penitential sofa-pillows in his gunless hours and protesting that such fernal old jail's nough t'sew fler up frever.
I ain't goin ter hev no women folks a bawlin an a blubberin roun' this ere jail's long's my husban' keeps it, an that's flat. "I won't cry a bit, if you'll only let me see father," pleaded Prudence, two great tears gathering in her eyes, even as she spoke, and testifying to the value of her promise. "And and I'll scrub the floor for you, too. It needs it, and I'm a good scrubber, Mrs.
The same hand, may be, that had blackened over the Jail's weather-boarded front with a coat of tar, had with equal propriety whitewashed the facade of the Court-house; an immaculate building, set in the cool shade, its straight-lined front broken only by a recessed balcony, whence, as occasion arose, Mr.
He opened the door, and bowed her out with extravagant politeness. Then, when she had gone, he motioned Lawler toward the door. "Jail's empty, Kane. But I reckon we'd better play this deal safe. Dorgan, the county prosecutor, is in his office. We'll go down to see him, an' I'll have him make a record of what happened here.
"And the outcome of it might be and I doubt even that that Miss Gates would lose her homestead," Slavens supplied. "You don't know the Federal judge in this district," Boyle grinned. "Jail's what it means, and plenty of it, for the judge has to approve a bond, if you know what that means." "Why don't you pay Dr.
The jail's empty but for this negro, I hear." "Yes, the jail's empty; but don't you think you oughter give me a little time to weigh matters?" "Is there any chance of your surrendering?" "To be perfectly honest," the sheriff answered, "there isn't." Then, seeing the crowd approaching, he slipped inside the heavy gate, and Doty Buxton chained it.
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