At length, about three o'clock, as the first glimmer of dawn became visible through the barred casements of the round-house, the rattling of bolts and chains at the outer door told that some one was admitted. "You've got him?" demanded Ireton. She was taken dreadfully ill on the road, with spasms and short breath, and swoonings,—worse than ever she was before. I've seen him often do it. Her mind went on generalizing. The bed-and table-linen were of the finest texture.
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