“I know,” she said quietly, “that Paris, where she has been so much admired, is not a good place for her. Why is the door fastened? Open it directly!" "Are you alone?" asked Jack, mimicking the voice of Kneebone. He did everything. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity. As usual Brendon lit the candles, and Sydney dragged out the spiritlamp and set it going. The arrested women were herded in a passage of the Panton Street Police-station that opened upon a cell too unclean for occupation, and most of them spent the night standing.
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