"I have nearly done," replied the stranger. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. " "Irons—heavy irons—night and day. But she must not laugh. "I can't hold it much longer—it'll break my wrist. "You who are condemned to die, repent with lamentable tears. " "I hear," said Sir Rowland, moodily. That would not help her. Assured, if he remained much longer where he was, he would inevitably perish, Wood recommended himself to the protection of Heaven, and began his perilous course.
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