It seemed to her that it was her duty to get up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an insult. Her mouth was an effective tourniquet. ‘The wretch said nothing to anyone. While Jonathan was conversing with Austin, from whom he took care to conceal the fact of his having seen Sheppard since his escape, Ireton entered the Lodge. She had resisted as long as she could; then she had stolen over. He’s out in Phoenix last I heard. The walls were bare, and painted in stone-colour; the floors, devoid of carpet; the beds, of hangings; the windows, of blinds; and, excepting in the thief-taker's own audience-chamber, there was not a chair or a table about the premises; the place of these conveniences being elsewhere supplied by benches, and deal-boards laid across joint-stools. She barely heard a word that Martin or Brown said, until Martin’s voice chimed. Lucy looked at her with a small measure of pity. ‘It—it is—nothing,’ she uttered jerkily.
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