F. "Si—lence!" vociferated Charcam, laying great emphasis on the last syllable. Accidentally raising his eyes, he saw that he was perceived by the family from Dollis Hill, and that he was an object of the deepest interest to them. "You poor child!" said Prudence. Luckily, Mrs. "Farewell!" blubbered the executioner's wife, pressing his hand to her lips. The slow stars circled on to the moment of their meeting. They all left the room.
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