“God in Heaven, Annabel!” he cried. And the jailers also retired. But the stone was slippery; and the tide, which here began to feel the influence of the fall, was running with frightful velocity. ‘Don’t fob me off, boy. And, if ever I'm brought to the gallows, I shall lay my death at her door. In the northwest angle, there was a small pen for female offenders, and, on the south, a more commodious enclosure appropriated to the master-debtors and strangers.
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