Brendon was silent. They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter. As a rule their comings and goings were discussed with perfect confidence, but on this occasion they both felt that there was intent in her silence as to her destination. Blackness was beginning to consume the cornfield. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Startled by this circumstance, he looked around, and perceived that the trap-door,—which has been mentioned as communicating with a secret staircase,—was open. At last, after a long rumbling journey in a stuffy windowless van, she reached Canongate Prison—for Holloway had its quota already. " There fell upon the three the silence of perfect understanding; and in this silence each saw a vision.
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