And, turning at the touch, he perceived Sheppard's glance fixed meaningly upon him. “Who tied this scarf here?” he asked, looking up. “I think we have,” he answered, gravely, and took her in his arms, and smoothed her hair from her forehead, and very tenderly kissed her lips. They said no more for a moment, and each was now acutely aware of the other. She put her head out of the window. But, as this produced no effect, and did not even elicit a groan, the prisoner was carried back to Newgate. She had found the mausoleum underneath a broken monument.
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