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It makes no difference. The galleries adjoining it were crowded with spectators,—so was the roof of a large tavern, then the only house standing at the end of the Edgeware Road,—so were the trees,—the walls of Hyde Park,—a neighbouring barn, a shed,—in short, every available position. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. It having been stated that it was wholly impossible he could have removed his irons in the way he represented, he offered, if his handcuffs were replaced, to take them off in the presence of the court. “She cannot be aware,” he continued, “that she is making herself conspicuous. She had just managed to reach it, grabbing for the handle, when the enemy’s cracked command halted her. It’s just to feel—one owns one’s self. And, while the turnkey was busy with the keys, she whispered to the black, "Follow him, Caliban. Did you ever go by any other names, ma’am?” “Yes. I had no idea. From head to foot he was attired in the fashionable garb of the young man of the moment. She went from period to period exactly as she would have read prose; so that sense and music were equally balanced. I shall take to him as nat'ral as if he were my own flesh and blood afore long. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention.
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