‘Ah, no,’ Gerald uttered at once, lowering his voice and infusing it with all the promise he could command. Shotbolt, the head turnkey of Clerkenwell Prison, and Mr. Having disposed of his steed and swallowed a glass of brandy, without taking any other refreshment, he threw himself on a couch, where he sank at once into a heavy slumber.
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