But he was destined to have every tide of feeling awakened—every wound opened. Suddenly Anna felt her hand seized and imprisoned in Courtlaw’s burning fingers. "If you thought that, why did you give me this job?"—his voice faint and thick. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. Other, and more serious impositions, inasmuch as they affected a poorer class of persons, were practised by the underlings of the jail.
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