He looked like the shadow of himself--thin, feeble, hollow-eyed--his beard unshorn--nothing could be more miserable.
"I have never been out of this horrible dungeon since we last met," he said; "though how long ago that is, I scarcely know.

Night and day have been alike to me." "Six weeks have elapsed since that fatal night," replied Jack.

"During the whole of that time I have been a close prisoner in Newgate, whence I have only just escaped." "Six weeks!" exclaimed Thames, in a melancholy tone.

"It seems like six long months to me." "I do not doubt it," returned Jack; "none but those who have experienced it can understand the miseries of imprisonment." "Do not speak of it," rejoined Thames, with a look of horror.

"Let us fly from this frightful place." "I will conduct you to the outlet," replied Jack; "but I cannot leave it till I have ascertained whether my mother also is a prisoner here." "I can answer that," replied Thames.