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He sat back in an easy chair with a hand upon each of the elbows, and looked steadfastly into the fire. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. Here, without a glimpse of daylight; visited by no one except Austin at stated intervals, who neither answered a question nor addressed a word to him; fed upon the worst diet, literally mouldy bread and ditch-water; surrounded by stone walls; with a flagged floor for his pillow, and without so much as a blanket to protect him from the death-like cold that pierced his frame,—Jack's stout heart was subdued, and he fell into the deepest dejection, ardently longing for the time when even a violent death should terminate his sufferings. If nothing else had clinched that, the purse had. If she spoke to a policeman she did not know what would ensue. "Sir Cecil is no more.

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