While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. The ceiling had, in many places, given way; the laths had been removed; and, where any plaster remained, it was either mapped and blistered with damps, or festooned with dusty cobwebs. Clotilde pried Fritz from Lucy’s left leg where he was clinging. " "Why, what'll you do?" demanded the turnkey. Come and have lunch with me. Boldly he turned the knob of a certain door and entered. She could feel his warm little body trying to snuggle into her, trying to wriggle loose of his swaddling cloth.
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