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No blowzy barmaids for him to-day:
an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper
meed of sympathy. The Yale spirit!
James Boyle O'Higgins was, as the saying goes, somewhat out of luck. He was confined in the Middle Stone Ward, a spacious apartment, with good
light and air, situated over the gateway on the western side, and allotted to him,
not for his own convenience, but for that of the keepers, who, if he had been
placed in a gloomier or more incommodious dungeon, would have necessarily
had to share it with him. "No von," replied the Jew. She hated to leave; for this hour would be the most interesting. "What's that?" ejaculated the ruffian, glancing uneasily towards the window.
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