"You poor child!" said Prudence. Gerald’s thoughts raced as he reached out supporting hands and murmured meaningless phrases to soothe. The arrested women were herded in a passage of the Panton Street Police-station that opened upon a cell too unclean for occupation, and most of them spent the night standing. Not choosing to hazard so great a fall, Jack turned to examine the building, to see whether any more favourable point of descent presented itself, but could discover nothing but steep walls, without a single available projection. "But, where's the strange gentleman I saw under the table?" "Under the table!" echoed Blueskin, winking at Jack. " "Why, what the devil's this?" vociferated Jonathan, looking up. ” “Who will?” “The police! The families of the people I’ve killed! I’m guilty!” “How old do I have to be?” “I beg your pardon?” “To be of use to you.
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