In a voice husky with suppressed despair, she answered. ‘Yes, like you,’ she snapped, with a venomous glance, her role evidently
forgotten for the moment. He was bewildered. ‘You are an avid reader, I take it. Spurling was no longer allowed to visit him; he was again loaded with irons;
fastened by an enormous horse-padlock to a staple in the floor; and only allowed
to take repose in a chair. This hand
consigned him to destruction, but another was stretched forth to save him. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of feminine beauty, he
could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had
thus solicited his attention. She recalled him. “How are you feeling?” She asked with grave concern
in her voice.
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