The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its present inmate. ‘But I have the pistol,’ Gerald pointed out. Why in heaven’s name didn’t I think of that before?’ ‘What are you talking of?’ ‘Never mind that now. "You must make a bold push. I’m like a creature just wakened up. My heart cannot take it. “Mr. Even in his fevered hours, so the girl had said, his tongue had not betrayed him. But perhaps I had better get a room in an hotel to-night and look round.
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