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It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. She jumped up at once, caught up a leather clutch containing notebooks, a fat textbook, and a chocolate-and-yellow-covered pamphlet, and leaped neatly from the carriage, only to discover that the train was slowing down and that she had to traverse the full length of the platform past it again as the result of her precipitation. We are alone, Sir Rowland," he added, snuffing the candles, glancing cautiously around, and lowering his tone, "and what you confide to me shall never transpire,—at least to your disadvantage. Dismissing the post-chaise at the Old Bailey, he walked to Newgate to ascertain what had occurred since the escape.
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