I’m sick of this town and I can’t wait to get out. “My God!” he said at last, with tremendous feeling, and then again, “My God!” Now that this thing was said her mind was clear and calm. "As circumstances shall dictate, Sir Rowland," returned Jonathan. ’ Gerald reached out and took her hand, enclosing it between both his own. The looming face was 71 over her own once again, and arms as strong as iron bars held her down. Detention was merry for the other detainees. And then the fetters, which were still upon his legs:—how was he to get rid of them? Tired and dispirited, he still wandered on.
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