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"Oh! Sir, if you'd seen her as I've seen her, you'd not wish her a continuance of misery. What you say is probably all true and necessary. Her heartbeat raced, her limbs turned to water, and it was only by a miracle and the strength of the arms that held her that she remained standing on her feet. He carried her in his arms up the steps, like a bride on her honeymoon. Warned of the approach of the prisoners by the increased clamour, Sharples, who was busied in distributing the Marquis's donation, affected to throw the remainder of the money among the crowd, though, in reality, he kept back a couple of guineas, which he slipped into his sleeve, and running hastily up the steps, unlocked the door. Through yet another doorway she observed an ancient silk brocade loom. Husbands and wives, young lovers, and mothers with strollers thronged in the streets, all savoring the fine cool weather. Gerald went through all the papers in front of Gosse and that woman of his, one by one. She was not afraid exactly, but there was that about her loneliness to-night she distrusted. "Something is sure to arise in the course of the investigation, of which I can take advantage. Almost at the same moment the door opened and Brendon entered, followed by the doctor. Jerking forward, she jabbed backwards. You must live for me.
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