At length, at the end of a passage, next to the cell where Mrs. Never was heard such a bawling as these unfortunate wights kept up. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. There’s a hansom coming round the corner. The darkness was almost palpable; and the wind which, hitherto, had been blowing in gusts, was suddenly lulled.
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