He tore his gaze away, aware of the quickening of his heartbeat. Supper was over. Tears flowed in rivulets down 121 her cheeks and she began to cry. The prison gates were besieged like the entrance of a booth at a fair; and the Condemned Hold where he was confined, and to which visitors were admitted at the moderate rate of a guinea a-head, had quite the appearance of a showroom. The quarry had passed out into the open sea. “Why not?” He asked. “But, my dear,” she began, “it is Impossible! It is quite out of the Question.
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