Murder,
I say, has been done! Another murder will be committed if you don't prevent it. "Do you compare your love—a love which all may
purchase—with hers? No one has ever loved me. Stanley was
throughout enigmatical, with an anxious eye on her husband and Alice. "
Without waiting for a reply, but darting a malevolent look at the prisoner, he
quitted the cell, the door of which was instantly double-locked and bolted. The cloth was removed, and
Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk
—put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best
consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now
be fairly termed—to their own conversation.
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