"I could hang him now if I liked. It is in vain to struggle against the arm of fate. There was a gentle rustling of skirts. The terrific mental tension of the past few months —that had held his bodily nourishment in a kind of strangulation—became as a dream; and now his vitals responded rapidly to food and air. Sebastian observed coolly, savoring the outline of Lucy’s feral figure hunching over Michelle’s gradually diminishing body. “We are both of us trenching upon forbidden ground,” she said. “Please forgive me—for one moment,” she sobbed. Unlocking several doors, he came to a dark vault, that would have rivalled the gloomiest cell in Newgate, into which he thrust Thames, and fastened the door. A wedding procession turned the corner. To reach the door they had to pass the end of the table, and behind the chair where Mr. CHAPTER X.
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