“I hope,” Annabel answered lazily, “that you have succeeded. To-night there seemed to be a new brilliancy in her eyes, a deeper quality in her tone. "I suppose I must have been senseless for some time; for, on coming to myself, I found this gash in my head, and the ground covered with blood. “For nothing, do you call it?” he declared. I knew it was in vain to cry 'murder!' in the Mint, so I had recourse to stratagem. It was Ennison who for the rest of his visit was quiet and subdued. "I can never get poor Tom's last look out of my head, as he stood in the Stone-Hall at Newgate, after his irons had been knocked off, unless I manage to stupify myself somehow. Within that dungeon lay Captain Bew, Rumbold and Whitney—a jolly crew! All carved their names on the stone, and all Share the fate of the brave Du Val! With their chisels so fine, tra la! "Save us!" continued the apprentice, "I hope this beam doesn't resemble the Newgate stone; or I may chance, like the great men the song speaks of, to swing on the Tyburn tree for my pains. "Then, by Heaven! you are a dead man!" replied Jack, cocking a pistol, and pointing it deliberately at his head.
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