It mattered not whether she flunked the year as she would soon be gone. He looked around, and as he heard that deafening shout,— as he felt the influence of those thousand eyes fixed upon him,—as he listened to the cheers, all his misgivings—if he had any—vanished, and he felt more as if he were marching to a triumph, than proceeding to a shameful death. She was a little paler than when she had come to London, a little paler and a little thinner. She knew the story only imperfectly, and followed it now with a passionate and deepening interest. Opposite the gallows was an open gallery, or scaffolding, like the stand at a racecourse, which, on state occasions, was crowded with spectators.
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