‘And nnever would you have f-found it. ’ ‘No. Perhaps," she added, in a whisper, as she appropriated the beforenamed article, "he has a pocket-book. The south or principal front, looking, down the Old Bailey, and not upon it, as is the case of the present structure, with its massive walls of roughened freestone,—in some places darkened by the smoke, in others blanched, by exposure to the weather,—its heavy projecting cornice, its unglazed doubly-grated windows, its gloomy porch decorated with fetters, and defended by an enormous iron door, had a stern and striking effect. The pistol was his own, it is true, but it was one which was taken from him when he forced his way in upon me before. On the Day he had trumpet-like outbreaks of cordiality, varied by a watchful preoccupation. ’ Taking the chair she had indicated with a careless wave of one stiff-fingered hand, Gerald felt hope burgeoning. " Half an hour later she laid aside the book. The door closed softly upon her. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. .
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