The hand which the man had been holding hung limp and nerveless at her side. ‘Something wrong, madame?’ Her fan came up swiftly, hiding the lower part of her face. ‘Jacques!’ She got no further, for Kimble came towards her, speaking fast and low. The door was opened, and Austin entered the cell, when he absolutely recoiled before the spectacle he beheld, and could scarcely have looked more alarmed if the prison had tumbled about his ears. It was denied him, for as he closed his eyes—though but for an instant—the whole scene of his former visit to the place rose before him. He stepped back further.
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