A few bricks, dislodged probably by his last descent, came clattering down the chimney, and as it was perfectly dark, gave him the notion that some one was endeavouring to force an entrance into the room. The Press Room, to which Blueskin was conveyed on his arrival at the jail, was a small square chamber, walled and paved with stone. They were his friends, and they recognized his unusual earnestness. It was situated off a little hallway that led also to the kitchens and the back door to the outside. “Will you come this way,” she said, “into the drawing-room? There is no one there just now.
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