’ For a moment he looked daunted. " "I wish you did have some faults, Ruth. Through her door curtain she could see the light from the study lamp. Just what in the world was that about? Before he could hazard a guess, Lucy looked back at him. ’ Lucilla Froxfield laughed gaily. The prison gates were besieged like the entrance of a booth at a fair; and the Condemned Hold where he was confined, and to which visitors were admitted at the moderate rate of a guinea a-head, had quite the appearance of a showroom. The place, in which they stood, was a small entrance-chamber, cut off, like the segment of a circle, from the main apartment, (of which it is needless to say it originally constituted a portion,) by a stout wooden partition. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. She had the dowry she needed for the lawyers were working to give her Remenham House. What a pig she was. “Called myself Anna,” the girl repeated coolly.
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