ToC About an hour after the occurrences at Newgate, the door of the small backparlour already described at Dollis Hill was opened by Winifred, who, gliding noiselessly across the room, approached a couch, on which was extended a sleeping female, and, gazing anxiously at her pale careworn countenance, murmured,—"Heaven be praised! she still slumbers—slumbers peacefully. "Your worry is needless. " "This is folly," cried Jack, controlling himself by a powerful effort. " "You cannot help yourself, Sir Rowland," replied Jonathan, contemptuously.
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