Springing upon the box, he told the coachman to
make the best of his way to Saint Giles's. She found herself again in the presence of
some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which
she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in
spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and
courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell
into a free and spacious world. The door was too strong,
and too well secured, to break open,—the walls too thick: but the ceiling,—if he
could reach it—there, he doubted not, he could make an outlet. Great sport, eh? To haul them back from the ragged edge. “Where
would you like to go? Are you hungry?”
“No.
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