At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out. Fearful that she had given herself away, she sank back down onto her stool. "Oh! that was all, was it?" said the turnkey, quietly reseating himself. She had seen a man’s head steal out for a moment and draw the curtains a little closer.
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