“Mind my smoking?” said Roddy. As soon as he had gained his feet, he glanced round the bare blank walls of the cell, and, oppressed by the musty, close atmosphere, exclaimed, "I'll let a little fresh air into this dungeon. Wood's ear, whispered, "secret agents from France—you understand—friends to the cause—hem!" "I see,—persons of rank!" Mr. ’ ‘Sir!’ came from Trodger, and the booted feet clattered off and out of the front door.
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