She gaped at its
keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned
upright. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where
still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the
Wastrel's passage. ToC
About an hour after the occurrences at Newgate, the door of the small backparlour already described at Dollis Hill was opened by Winifred, who, gliding
noiselessly across the room, approached a couch, on which was extended a
sleeping female, and, gazing anxiously at her pale careworn countenance,
murmured,—"Heaven be praised! she still slumbers—slumbers peacefully. A hazy face appeared through the fog
of sleep, pale and thin and looming. “But why now?
Don’t boys know that I am involved with John right
now?”
“That’s not the way it works, Lucy. "
"Yes, there was one," observed Ireton.
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