“I hope that Mr. 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. The coffin was lowered into the grave, and the mourners departed. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. “Eight pounds,” she plunged, and added foolishly, “fifteen pounds will see me clear of everything. Why don’t you go in? Charvill is there. " Jonathan raised his bludgeon, but controlled himself by a powerful effort. She made up her mind in the train home that it should be a decisive crisis.
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