Wasting no time, he crossed straight to the shutters and opened them. “Dear me!” he said. ‘Sir?’ enquired the lad. 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. ’ Her lashes fluttered. “MY DEAR MISS PELLISSIER,— “To-morrow the six months will be up.
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