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Here, take this and buy a drink of lemonade when you get to Princetown if you can't get a prescription for something better from the doctor!" And he extricated a five dollar bill from his diminishing bankroll and tendered it. "For that," said the brakeman with a grin, "I'd let you ride on the tin roof!" and banged the door shut and stood guard with his back against it.
When I shut my eyes, I see tors, like ruined watch-towers, against the sky. And I see Princetown, grim and terrible. No country can look its best on a map, no matter what colour be chosen to express it; but I did like Dartmoor's rich brown, which set it apart from the green parts of Devonshire.
The three young women had been to the inn one morning to ask after a conveyance from Nuncombe Putney to Princetown, and had found that a four-wheeled open carriage with an old horse and a very young driver could be hired there. "We have never dreamed of such a thing," Priscilla Stanbury had said, "and the only time I was at Princetown I walked there and back."
"When do you propose to begin work?" "I've already begun," said Jimmy, looking up at him. "Been thinking about it since you left. But I can't see just how I'm to do it until I can meet Mr. Sayers and tell him all about Judge Granger. I think I should go back to Princetown first of all and get full knowledge from the superintendent of our technical advantages over all other cars.
"Forty-three," he called sharply, "I want you down here." John took his paint pot and brush and went clattering down the uncarpeted stairs. "Where's the other man?" asked the warder, in a low voice. "He's upstairs in the back room." The warder stepped out of the door and looked left and right. Coming up from Princetown was a big, grey car. "Put down your paint pot," he said.
Except for a scar on the cheek he was curiously like one of the warders at Princetown, and for that reason I suppose this otherwise trifling incident fixed itself in my mind. It is funny on what queer chances one's fate sometimes hangs. We pulled up at Number 3 and, mounting some not very recently cleaned steps, I gave a brisk tug at a dilapidated bell-handle.
The doctor readjusted his pince-nez, and seated himself with some deliberation on the foot of the bed. "The instinct to assist a hunted fellow-creature," he observed, "is almost universal." Then he paused. "I take it, Mr. Lyndon, that you are not particularly anxious to rejoin your friends in Princetown?" I shook my head. "Not if there is a more pleasant alternative." Savaroff grunted.
Neil Lyndon, perhaps the most famous convict at present serving his sentence, succeeded yesterday in escaping from Princetown. At the moment of writing he is still at large. He formed one of a band of prisoners who were returning from the quarries late in the afternoon.
"And that is all you know?" asked Brendon. "As to Captain Redmayne's movements yes," answered the elder. "There will probably be information awaiting us when we return to Princetown, as inquiries are afoot along both roads to Moreton and Exeter on the one side and by Dartmeet to Ashburton and the coast towns on the other.
Of those who visit Princetown comparatively few effect an entrance within the walls of the gaol.
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