ToC
About an hour after the occurrences at Newgate, the door of the small backparlour already described at Dollis Hill was opened by Winifred, who, gliding
noiselessly across the room, approached a couch, on which was extended a
sleeping female, and, gazing anxiously at her pale careworn countenance,
murmured,—"Heaven be praised! she still slumbers—slumbers peacefully. He thought rationally; that is to say, he thought clearly, as a
child thinks clearly. Restraining with an effort his
intense curiosity, he talked of general subjects only, trying his best to entertain
her. The
owner was at the door unhooking a few articles of wearing apparel which he had
exposed outside for sale. “Who wouldn’t be for you?”
The train began to move.
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