He was immured in this cell in pursuance of a sentence of the High Court, and he died before his term of captivity had expired, that is all." "O, the days and nights of anguish and despair he must have endured during that long captivity!" exclaimed Sir Jocelyn, before whose gaze a vision of his dying father seemed to pass, filling him with unutterable horror.
"Days and nights which will henceforth be your own," roared Sir Giles; "and you will then comprehend the nature of your father's feelings.

But he escaped what you will _not_ escape--exposure on the pillory, branding on the cheek, loss of ears, slitting of the nose, and it may be, scourging.

The goodly appearance you have inherited from your sire will not be long left when the tormentor takes you in hand.

Ha! ha!" "One censured by the Star-Chamber must wear a paper on his breast at the pillory.

You must not forget that mark of infamy, Sir Giles," said the deputy-warden, chuckling.
"No, no; I forget it not," laughed the extortioner.