Jack submitted to this scrutiny with a very bad grace, and vehemently protested his innocence. The open windows were above them now and, unless the intruder were to lean out, they could not possibly be seen. He died when I was. Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. "Have you broken out of the cage, Jack?" "Something like it," replied the lad carelessly. On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. The idiots are marching through the streets in processions from town to town, whipping their own backs until they are covered in blood, spreading the bloody Pestilence wherever they go! The dead pile in the streets like timber.
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