" "Funny, about that coat. This is your room. " By this time, the chair had been brought into the Lodge. "Arrest!" vociferated Wood. He even thought he could detect the voice of Jonathan, urging and directing them. He reminds me of a slave I once had in Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout. Listening at one of the doors leading to the Master Debtors' side, he heard a loud voice chanting a Bacchanalian melody, and the boisterous laughter that accompanied the song, convinced him that no suspicion was entertained in this quarter.
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