" "You'd better send him," jeered the turnkey. White rang the bell. He sent me flowers. When Jack entered the cell, she was talking to herself in the muttering unconnected way peculiar to her distracted condition; but, after her eye had rested on him some time, the fixed expression of her features relaxed, and a smile crossed them. ’ ‘Oh, you are, are you?’ said the nun, evidently not mollified, but she was forestalled. " "Well, Sir, I must say you deserve some credit for your ingenuity, at all events," replied Jonathan, repressing a smile; "but, before you put out your foot so far, it would have been quite as prudent to consider how you were to draw it back again. " "I feel it," replied Jack, in a tone of agony, "and I feel it more on my poor mother's account than my own. ‘Desist, you little devil,’ he growled in her ear. Sleep did not come easily, but eventually her mind stopped its chattering and she fell into a deep slumber. It was now getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of the stranger. My little maidservant will think that I am lost. The other lay unconscious in a heap.
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