277 “I was beginning to think that I would never see you again, Lucy. A wooden balcony in one of the adjoining houses was thronged with ladies, all of whom appeared to take a lively interest in the scene, and to be full of commiseration for the criminal, not, perhaps, unmixed with admiration of his appearance. ‘Go and fetch her home,’ he said; ‘it isn’t what we thought! It’s just a practical joke of hers. There is the election——” He laughed derisively. Wild. ” Lucy coolly marveled as she studied the girl’s face, belly swollen from pregnancy. If only to say goodbye. Wood's reply, if he intended any, was cut short by a loud knocking at the door. And, while the turnkey was busy with the keys, she whispered to the black, "Follow him, Caliban.
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