She heard her husband’s heavy tread descending the stairs, and the wheels of his carriage as he drove off. Then a roar of hisses. " "So she was," replied the woollen-draper, helping himself to an enormous pinch of snuff with the air of a man who does not dislike to be rallied about his gallantry,—"so she was. This he accomplished by holding the chain that connected them firmly between his teeth, and squeezing his fingers as closely together as possible, succeeded in drawing his wrists through the manacles. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably, by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it. A few minutes later Sir John left the room. She looked at Lucy guiltily, wondering if she would be betrayed. ‘Of course. His shouts for help were answered by roars of mockery and laughter. Wood fared still worse. I am sorry, but you have spoilt me. Edward Bribble stood between them with an open book.
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