” Hill staggered to his feet and drew a folded paper from his pocket. It did not matter in the least what name the young fellow was travelling under; all James Boyle O'Higgins wanted was the letter H. “I don’t see why not,” he answered. Having secured this implement, he burst from his conductor, and, leaping into the hatch, as clowns generally spring into the clockfaces, when in pursuit of harlequin in the pantomime,—that is, back foremost,— broke into a fit of loud and derisive laughter, kicking his heels merrily all the time against the boards. She could not look at him through an interval that seemed to her a vast gulf of time. When he recovered his mental faculties, he would lie there, neutral; they could save him or let him die, as they pleased; and the doctor knew that he would wear himself out forcing his own will to live into this neutrality. Beyond the steps was a pole-chair in readiness. But, as this produced no effect, and did not even elicit a groan, the prisoner was carried back to Newgate. Suddenly she had become afraid.
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