While he was meditating flight in this way, and tossing about on the straw, he chanced upon an old broken and rusty fork. By this time, the door was unlocked, and drawing his sword, Quilt entered the cell. What does she look like?’ ‘Black hair. I wasn’t. ‘Good, good—and not before time,’ muttered Roding, glancing round again.
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