“She is likely somewhere on the road or perhaps in town, finding victims. But it was very hard to follow. Upon what this instinct was based she could not say; she was conscious only of its insistence. ’ ‘Secret passage, is it?’ The sergeant seemed to brighten at this. He had been hard since they had taken their clothes off. “Are you in the Service?” She asked him. "They say her son's taken at last, and is to be hanged. ’ ‘A dagger, is it then?’ The girl froze. “Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that. You have a daughter, no? Madame Ibstock, I think. Do you know anything of his friends? Is there any one for whom we ought to send?” “I know very little of him beyond his name,” Anna answered. Young and old were dressed in their gayest apparel; and it was evident from the smiles that lighted up every countenance, from the roguish looks of the younger swains, and the demure expression of several pretty rustic maidens, that a ceremony, which never fails to interest all classes,—a wedding,—was about to take place. The place, in which they stood, was a small entrance-chamber, cut off, like the segment of a circle, from the main apartment, (of which it is needless to say it originally constituted a portion,) by a stout wooden partition.
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