Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. Then she put more coal on, piled it over the ashes, and stood once more upright. And this idiot, he has threatened to arrest me and make them take me to prison. Through one doorway she saw a grave Chinaman standing on a stage-like platform. "What are you waiting for?" asked Jack, impatiently. One called Waterman's Hall, a horrible place adjoining the postern under the gate, whence, through a small barred aperture, they solicited alms from the passengers: the other, a large chamber, denominated My Lady's Hold, was situated in the highest part of the jail, at the northern extremity. She fixed her brilliant eyes upon him. Of late, however, his plotting had assumed a more dark and dangerous complexion.
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