” “It would be different all the same. Here we go, thought Gerald. She struggled not to be afraid. But what can we do? Here am I, fixed to respectability and this laboratory; you’re living at home. You are the woman I love, Anna. It is queer how ideas pop into one's head. When he awoke, it was late in the day; but though he heard voices outside, and now and then caught a glimpse of a face peeping at him through the iron grating over the door, no one entered the prison, or held any communication with him. Never did I need a rescue so much. The fire still burned brightly. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision.
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