CHAPTER XII. On the right of the postern against the wall was affixed a small grating, sustaining the debtor's box; and any pleasure which the passerby might derive from contemplating the splendid structure above described was damped at beholding the pale faces and squalid figures of the captives across the bars of its strongly-grated windows. But the girl stood outside the circle of Ah Cum's knowledge—rather profound—of human impulses. She seemed smitten with a paroxysm of fear. “Is Miss Stanley coming up with us?” “I go second,” she said, “and change at Wimbledon. E. I feel a mixture of beast and uncle.
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