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" "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears. She pulled her veil down, and he knew that silence was best. She's headed for America. Having now fairly got out of Newgate for the second time, with a heart throbbing with exultation, he hastened to make good his escape. Wanted her out of the way because he had been afraid of her, afraid of himself! He, at fifty-four! Then into this void poured a flaming anger, a blind and unreasoning anger. Spurling stood her negro attendant, Caliban; a hideous, misshapen, malicious monster, with broad hunched shoulders, a flat nose, and ears like those of a wild beast, a head too large for his body, and a body too long for his legs. The operation was effected with so much rapidity and so little noise, that even if any one had been on the alert, he could scarcely have detected it. There was a brief pause, a crowded pause, between them.
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