" "But warn the aunt, prepare her, if she lives. "Now, give me the woollen cloth to tie round my fetters," whispered Sheppard. But to confess about Gerald— no, a thousand times. Her father’s step quickened to a trot. ” “I’m not. He had now reached what was called the Lower Leads,—a flat, covering a part of the prison contiguous to the gateway, and surrounded on all sides by walls about fourteen feet high. He turned in at the club. It had ceased raining, but the atmosphere was moist and chill, and the ground deluged by the recent showers.
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