"I vent to de New Prish'n, and on wishitin' his shel vid de turnkey, vot should ve find but de shains on de ground, de vinder broken, and Jack and Agevorth Besh gone." "Damnation!" cried Jonathan, stamping his foot with uncontrollable rage.
"I'd rather have given a thousand pounds than this had happened.

But he might have broken out of prison, and yet not got over the wall of Clerkenwell Bridewell.

Did you search the yard, fool ?" "Ve did," replied Abraham; "and found his fine goat and ruffles torn to shtrips on de shpikes near de creat cate.

It vosh plain he vent dat vay." Jonathan gave utterance to a torrent of imprecations.
While he thus vented his rage, the door again opened, and Quilt Arnold rushed into the room, bleeding, and half-dressed.
"'Sblood! what's this!" cried Jonathan, in the utmost surprise.

"Quilt Arnold, is that you ?" "It is, Sir," sputtered the janizary.