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It was grated and crested with spikes, like that he had just burst open, and thinking it a needless waste of time to force it, he broke off one of the spikes, which he carried with him for further purposes, and then climbed over it. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. ‘What, and miss getting myself murdered?’ ‘She said she wouldn’t murder you. A person of somewhat artificial graces and mannerisms, she was for once in her life perfectly natural. Stanley lost patience. They had not to tarry long. He laid down the knife, and fixed a searching and distrustful gaze upon the writer, who continued his task, unconscious of anything having happened. By now the horses would be rested and he might go as swiftly back again.
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