Michelle looked like she was about to throw up herself. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. She reached the station, and mingling with a crowd of excursionists who had come from the river on the other side, took her place in the train unnoticed. As it was feared that some mischief would ensue, Wild volunteered, if he were allowed a small body of men, to ride forward to Tyburn, and keep the ground clear until the arrival of the prisoner.
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