He would have to sit down here in Canton and wait, perhaps for weeks. Sydney Courtlaw, live here, please?” Anna asked him. On Sunday, he was conveyed to the chapel, through which he had passed on the occasion of his great escape, and once more took his seat in the Condemned Pew. She could hardly remember his face except for his brown hair, thick lips, and narrow dark eyes.
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