But all that could be ascertained in the village was, that a man had ridden off a short time before in the direction of London. “Lucy, my brother is home and I borrowed the cash from him. You and I. She could neither speak nor move nor cry out. A young man —almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across the room to her. The prison gates were besieged like the entrance of a booth at a fair; and the Condemned Hold where he was confined, and to which visitors were admitted at the moderate rate of a guinea a-head, had quite the appearance of a showroom. And she is very young, younger than her years. His food lay untouched about his plate.
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