’ The lady hesitated a moment, her eyes seeming to measure the distance between where he stood and the door. Her English was halting. The monster, Wild, when he visited my dungeon last night, told me, to add to my misery, that she occupied a cell near me. Doubts began to rise up all about her, plucking at her confidence. "Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. The fact that it was her trusted friend making illicit love to her remained, in spite of all her effort, an insignificant thing in her mind. Again having recourse to the centre-bit,—for Winifred's door was locked,—Jack had nearly cut out a panel, when a sudden outcry was raised in the carpenter's chamber. “I was glad you did not send it back again,” he said. “Let your friends act for you. It was his purpose to complete four or five stories before he sent any away. We have to hang about in the interval.
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