The scanty furniture of the rooms corresponded with their dungeon-like aspect. The idea of anything criminal never entered her thoughts. Darrell stood erect in the bark, with his drawn sword in hand, prepared to repel the attack of his assailants, who, in their turn, seemed to await with impatience the moment which should deliver him into their power. ‘Stand where you are, or I shoot!’ Like lightning, thoughts zipped through her mind. "He must be somewhere hereabouts," cried one of the horsemen, dismounting. It is not at all comme il faut. Ever since he's become so famous, the folks about here ha' christened it Jack Sheppard's cage. She shuddered, adding confidentially, ‘You wouldn’t get me in there now, mind.
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