”
“But how did you tell him? You’ve never told me. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect
light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy
drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance,
but with a very shrewd aspect. “David Courtlaw!” she repeated. But Blueskin was not to be silenced. He was confined in the Middle Stone Ward, a spacious apartment, with good
light and air, situated over the gateway on the western side, and allotted to him,
not for his own convenience, but for that of the keepers, who, if he had been
placed in a gloomier or more incommodious dungeon, would have necessarily
had to share it with him. In any
case, there was no doing anything on a Sunday and Brewis Charvill, his main
quarry, had gone out of town unexpectedly. .
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