I am tired, and I want to be alone. Nevertheless she withdrew her hand. "No, Sir Rowland," replied the attendant, "as you proposed to ride to Saint Albans to-night, I thought you might choose to see him yourself. What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a registry perhaps. ‘Now what?’ The girl’s voice was shaking, and there were, he saw now, angry tears in her eyes. Independently of other risks, and of the chance of breaking his neck in the descent, he was aware that to reach the leads he should have to break open six of the strongest doors of the prison. It could not go on much longer, her luck.
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