CHAPTER XIX. Spurlock remained where he was until the sail became an infinitesimal speck in the distance. ’ ‘People are silly. The prison gates were besieged like the entrance of a booth at a fair; and the Condemned Hold where he was confined, and to which visitors were admitted at the moderate rate of a guinea a-head, had quite the appearance of a showroom. Hobson was not 147 amused by the situation, which handled wrongly, could lose him his job. Wood," said the lady bridling up, "my request may, perhaps, have some weight with you.
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