Remember! not a word!" So saying, he huddled the mantle over Wood's shoulders, dashed the lantern to the ground, and extinguished the light. . Then he went back to his rooms and lit a cigar. ’ Melusine fought down the raw emotion that threatened to overwhelm her and drew a steadying breath. The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. The windows were grated, the doors barred; each room had the name as well as the appearance of a cell; and the very porter who stood at the gate, habited like a jailer, with his huge bunch of keys at his girdle, his forbidding countenance and surly demeanour seemed to be borrowed from Newgate.
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