CHAPTER THE ELEVENTH THOUGHTS IN PRISON Part 1 The first night in prison she found it impossible to sleep. A. Wood, now more buxom and more gorgeously arrayed than ever,—as well as a young and beautiful female, in whom he was at no loss to recognise the carpenter's daughter. Pardon what I have said, Madam. You did not complain then that I personated you—no, nor when Sir John came to me in Paris, and for your sake I lied. ’ Then she jammed her hat on her head all anyhow and ran from the room. Among the commercial enticements McClintock found a real letter. She read on and on, now thrilled by the swiftly moving drama, now enraptured by the tender passages of love. Holding down the light, he perceived that the wounded man had risen to the surface, and was trying to clamber up the slippery sides of the well.
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