It was there in the breast pocket, stiff and legal looking. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. The monster, Wild, when he visited my dungeon last night, told me, to add to my misery, that she occupied a cell near me. I know he is dead. Having seen his mistress safe down, Jack instantly descended, leaving the best part of his clothes, as a memorial of his flight, to the jailor. ’ ‘Remenham House,’ exclaimed Trodger, who had been watching this interchange open-mouthed.
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