"You shall not go, adorable girl," cried Kneebone, catching her in his arms, "till you have answered me. “Where were you?” He inquired, rubbing her shoulders. She did not learn the kind of looks she had been bestowing upon him at a convent. ’ ‘Nonsense. I deemed it more prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder. ‘That will be very helpful to me. Here, without a glimpse of daylight; visited by no one except Austin at stated intervals, who neither answered a question nor addressed a word to him; fed upon the worst diet, literally mouldy bread and ditch-water; surrounded by stone walls; with a flagged floor for his pillow, and without so much as a blanket to protect him from the death-like cold that pierced his frame,—Jack's stout heart was subdued, and he fell into the deepest dejection, ardently longing for the time when even a violent death should terminate his sufferings. "Many thanks, Sir," replied Thornhill, with freezing politeness; "but Id not require assistance. She advanced, stabbing at him.
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