‘Who is that man? What has he to do with you? No, don’t tell me. “Goodnight. There was a strip of old rose brocade in
the making that set an ache in the girl's heart for the want of it. I shall take to him as nat'ral as if he were my own flesh
and blood afore long. She hoped that Shari would not be too
brokenhearted about her disappearance. Like the Castle, which it
resembled in all respects except that it was destitute even of a barrack-bedstead,
the Red Room was reserved for state-prisoners, and had not been occupied since
the year 1716, when the jail, as has before been mentioned, was crowded by the
Preston rebels. "I understand," replied Rowland. Above was a spacious hall,
connected with it by a flight of stone steps, at the further end of which stood an
immense grated door, called in the slang of the place "The Jigger," through the
bars of which the felons in the upper wards were allowed to converse with their
friends, or if they wished to enter the room, or join the revellers below, they were
at liberty to do so, on payment of a small fine. She frowned, appearing to think for a moment. In short, more preparations were made than if a state criminal was about
to be executed.
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