He called to the other attendant, who held the torch. " "You delight me with the intelligence," said the stranger, entirely recovering his cheerfulness of look. ‘You had better kill me, mademoiselle, because otherwise I shall end by strangling you. Annabel a murderess! It was not possible. The windows were grated, the doors barred; each room had the name as well as the appearance of a cell; and the very porter who stood at the gate, habited like a jailer, with his huge bunch of keys at his girdle, his forbidding countenance and surly demeanour seemed to be borrowed from Newgate. "What is he gone there for?" "With a message to the turnkey to look after his prisoner," replied Wild, with a cunning smile.
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