Sharples received them at the threshold, and holding his lantern towards the prisoners to acquaint himself with their features, nodded to Quilt, between whom and himself some secret understanding seemed to subsist, and then closed and barred the door. . ‘But how do you come here?’ ‘Down on a routine patrol, unluckily for you,’ he answered grimly. I don’t believe any one could have traced us here.
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