A little within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes. If the boy did not love the girl, why the devil had he dragged her into this marriage? Spurlock was a bit shaky bodily, but his brain was functioning clearly; and, it might be added, swiftly—as the brain always acts when confronted by a perplexing riddle. Without her, it was lonely. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. "Then I'll have it before to-morrow morning," said the keeper of the New Prison, to himself. ‘But the major—’ ‘The major can say nothing at all.
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