“Anna,” she moaned, “I am a jealous, ungrateful woman. CHAPTER X. Springing upon the box, he told the coachman to make the best of his way to Saint Giles's. He waved to her. “I am sorry that I have murdered you. It’s one of our conventional superstitions. Above this revolting spot was the female debtor's ward; below it a gloomy cell, called Tangier; and, lower still, the Stone Hold, a most terrible and noisome dungeon, situated underground, and unvisited by a single ray of daylight. Save us!" he cried, as his glance accidentally alighted on the drawing, which Winifred had dropped in her agitation.
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