Then she dropped the curtain and stepped back into the room. Nothing but the constraint of social usage now linked him to her. They order me to get my man, and I get him. I can't run in these heavy fetters. Egad! I shall make a good thing of it. ’ A strangled sob escaped her as his thumb dug cruelly into the soft flesh of her wrist. 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. Hoped you'd not be retaken.
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