He rambled in an unfortunate monotone, the result of his innate fear of public speaking. "But he can't be far off. Trust you. He was confined in the Middle Stone Ward, a spacious apartment, with good light and air, situated over the gateway on the western side, and allotted to him, not for his own convenience, but for that of the keepers, who, if he had been placed in a gloomier or more incommodious dungeon, would have necessarily had to share it with him. ” Chapter XIX “THIS IS NOT THE END” “I said some afternoon,” she remarked, throwing open her warm coat, and taking off her gloves, “but I certainly did not mean to-day. ’ She bestowed a dazzling smile on Roding, who had reddened to the gills at these words. In doing this, he chanced to raise his eyes and half fancied he beheld, shaded by a pillar at the extremity of the western aisle, the horrible countenance of the thief-taker. Her expression was a little changed, less innocent, more discerning. . While involved in this crowd, near Temple Bar, —where the thoroughfare was most dangerous from the masses of ruin that impeded it,—an individual, whose swarthy features recalled to the carpenter one of his tormentors of the previous night, collared him, and, with bitter imprecations accused him of stealing his child. Perhaps, after all, the others were right. The ward in which he was confined, was about six yards in length, and three in width, and in height, might be about twelve feet. She was very pretty.
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