‘One of they Frenchies, that’s what I say—if it ain’t a ghost. The Press Room, to which Blueskin was conveyed on his arrival at the jail, was a small square chamber, walled and paved with stone. A minute pressure inwards showed him that it was not locked. The lady reseated herself, watching him expectantly. " "What kind?" "Dickens, Hugo. The boy’s besotted. " "Ay, but he will. Some years ago, in 1715, just before the Rebellion, I was rash enough to league myself with the Jacobite party, and by Wild's machinations got clapped into Newgate, whence I was glad to escape with my head upon my shoulders. His eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy; he let out a sigh.
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