Lonesomeness isn't my worry. On his first entrance, a prisoner, if unable or unwilling to comply with the exactions of the turnkeys, was thrust into the Condemned Hold with the worst description of criminals, and terrified by threats into submission. Without the inclosure were reared several lofty gibbets, with their ghastly burthens. But for all that, it offered relief; his brain, stupefied by the fumes, grew dull, and conscience lost its edge to bite. Ain't we, partner?" he added, appealing to Langley, whom punch had made rather dozy. Apparently, Jonathan was well acquainted with the premises; for, feeling about in the dark, he speedily discovered a ladder, up the steps of which he hurried.
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