As he crossed this chamber, his foot struck against something on the floor, which nearly threw him down, and stooping to examine the object, he found it was a key. The temperature soared to one hundred degrees, sickeningly hot. " With these words, he strode out of the room, darted down the stone stairs, and, on his arrival at the Lodge, seized the rope of the great bell communicating with the interior of the prison, which he rang violently. She possessed what he affected to despise, but secretly worshipped—the innate charm of breeding. The sound of her flying feet brought Gerald leaping for the door. He was so depressed and disheartened that he did not then believe he would ever write again. Maybe half a year, counting this summer.
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