She turned the television off. “He can’t be more than thirty. He will wish to have his fears laid to rest. So the talk went on. "Let me look at the paper. Poor soul! she nearly died when she heard he had robbed his master; and it might have been well if she had done so, for she never afterwards recovered her reason. Regardless of the risk he incurred from some heavy stone dropping on his head or feet,—regardless also of the noise made by the falling rubbish, and of the imminent danger which he consequently ran of being interrupted by some of the jailers, should the sound reach their ears, he continued to pull down large masses of the wall, which he flung upon the floor of the cell. Blood dripped down one side of her forehead. . ” The conversation hung.
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