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“Some afternoon. “Let me get you some water, Annabel. But all that could be ascertained in the village was, that a man had ridden off a short time before in the direction of London. I'm entirely at your service. Up to this moment, hopes had been entertained of a respite, strong representations in his favour having been made in the highest quarter; but now that his fate seemed sealed, the curiosity of the sight-seeing public to behold him was redoubled. Ain't he, Madam?'" "He is, indeed," replied the widow, fervently; "more—much more than that. Wood, then, beheld two persons, one of whom he recognised as Rowland, spring on board the chase. Two large wards were situated in the Gate; one of which, the Stone Ward, appropriated to the master debtors, looked towards Holborn; the other called the Stone Hall, from a huge stone standing in the middle of it, upon which the irons of criminals under sentence of death were knocked off previously to their being taken to the place of execution, faced Newgate Street. ” “Oh, I might,” he answered, “have gone further still. Wood—" "That's false!" cried a voice behind him. Then you may have a bit of a chance. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings. He only stays here for you, hoping in vain.
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