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. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to
Alderley. "Good bye, Jack! Keep up your
spirits. His heir is dead, yes, and his name and title
available to me. The life with
which he had endued these sheets of paper began to beckon imperiously. So far, however, was this submission from producing the desired effect, that it
seemed only to lend additional fuel to her displeasure.
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