Somehow to-night—I don’t know. “I believe you are quite right so far as regards the present, at any rate,” someone
remarked, from the depths of an easy chair. There was only one small grated
window in this hold, which admitted but little light. ‘Certainly
you may have me under guard. On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a
broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his
battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were
darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to
bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. For the sort of love-making you think
about. But
——”
A look checked him.
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