Not far from the entrance, on the left, was a sort of screen, or partition-wall, reaching from the floor to the ceiling, formed of thick oaken planks riveted together by iron bolts, and studded with broad-headed nails. Proceeding along the wall, Jack reached the southern tower, over the battlements of which he clambered, and crossing it, dropped upon the roof of the gate. Where the devil have you hidden all those weapons? Don’t tell me you’ve got ’em with you. I was one of the few. Very fascinating, though, trying to analyse the impulse.
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