Pausing with the intention of turning back, he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be seen through the trees. “Lucy, my brother is home and I borrowed the cash from him. "Is your master at home?" inquired the jailer. She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery. Not Trodger. The occasion of all this confusion and dismay, meanwhile, remained perfectly motionless; his figure erect, and with somewhat of dignity in his demeanour. No doubt she was wondering what he had done in Charvill’s house and what he intended now.
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