The Night-Cellar XVIII. He pulled rein at the sight of her, saluted, and regarded her with his rather too protuberant eyes. The mock astonishment of his face immediately became genuine. The villagers were thronging to church. Whatever she does is minimized. . For hours after she had not been sensible to life, only to exquisite echoes. Meantime, the Stone Hall was crowded by all the inmates of the jail, debtors, felons, turnkeys, and officers who could obtain permission to witness the ceremony of the prisoner's irons being struck off.
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