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At eight o'clock the jailer's wife brought in breakfast. Madelaine took courage to address her, and begged for some employment. This request surprised the woman; she looked pleased at Madelaine, and said, "Work? yes, I have plenty; if you will promise not to run away, and to be very industrious, you can help me scour the coppers."
"I've got word but no note!" he whispered hoarsely. "Quick! Is it worth " "Yes! Yes!" Nathaniel dug the gold pieces out of his pockets and dropped them into the jailer's outstretched hand. "I've had my boy watching Winnsome Croche's house," continued the sheriff, white with the knowledge of the risk he was taking. "An hour ago Winnsome came out of the house and went into the woods.
Young Mrs. Kirby had not lost, with matrimony, the habit of having her own way. "No, Christian, you're not going home. Kirby, with decision, "I want to talk to you." Being talked to by Judith was an adequate modern equivalent for an interview with the "Jailer's Daughter," as a method of obtaining information. Christian trembled for the secret of the pearl.
The jailer's hand flew to his hip for his gun as he also brought up a large key on a ring. He unlocked the door to the cage and held it open while he kept his gun trained upon Rathburn. The sheriff entered and placed the food on the stool and a large bowl of coffee on the floor beside it. Then he backed out, watching Rathburn keenly as the latter sat on his bench with his right foot in his hand.
As reasonably might we expect a prisoner in his solitary cell to be glad when he thinks that the jailer's eye is on him from some unseen spy-hole in the wall, as expect any thought of God but one to make a man read that grand one hundred and thirty-ninth Psalm with joy: 'If I ascend into heaven, Thou art there; if I make my bed in Sheol, behold, Thou art there. So may a man say shudderingly to himself, and tremble as he asks in vain, 'Whither shall I flee from Thy Presence? But how different it all is when we can cast over the marble whiteness of that solemn thought the warm hue of life, and change the form of our words into this of our text: 'Nor height, nor depth, shall be able to separate us from the love of God.
During the recent session of court, ten men had been confined in this narrow space, without room enough for them to lie down together. The cage in the room above, a little larger, had for tenant a person who was jailed for some misunderstanding about an account, and who was probably innocent from the jailer's statement. This box is a wretched residence, month after month, while awaiting trial.
Alice, having just returned from her usual journey to the house, was disposing of the articles which she had brought with her, when the jailer's key grated in the lock, and the door was opened. Lady Marnell looked up, expecting to see her husband, though it was rather before his usual time for visiting her; but on looking up, she saw Abbot Bilson.
I heard a low sob behind me. The jailer's daughter was going. "Lend me your bodkin, my dear, for a memento." She pull'd it out and gave it to me. "Thank you, and now good-bye! Stop: here's a kiss to take to my dear mistress. They shan't hang me, my dear." The girl went out, sobbing, and lock'd the door after her. I sat down for a while, feeling doleful.
Then observing Charlotte, who was at the window of the jailer's room overlooking the courtyard, he went to her. "Tell Amelie that she must keep the promise she made me, to-night." The jailer's daughter closed the window, kissed her father, and told him that in all probability he would see her there again that evening.
Woodward," was the jailer's reply. "He's all alone." I wondered what the merchant's visit could portend, but had little time for speculation. "So, sir, they've got you fast," said Mr. Woodward sharply as he faced me. "Fast, and no mistake." "What do you want?" I demanded boldly, coming at once to the front.
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