CHAPTER XXIV Spurlock's novel was a tale of regeneration. It is a cheering reflection, that in the present prison, with its clean, wellwhitewashed, and well-ventilated wards, its airy courts, its infirmary, its improved regulations, and its humane and intelligent officers, many of the miseries of the old jail are removed. Sir John, by instinct and training, was an unimaginative person. It was dry, as if she had powdered it. \"Hi Mark. Wanted a clean sweep for elbowroom. ” The girl nodded. . . Having now sealed his letter, Sheppard took a handkerchief, and tying it over Shotbolt's face, so as completely to conceal the features, clapped his hat upon his head, and pushed it over his brows.
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