On reflection, it occurred to him that he might, perhaps, be able to loosen the iron fillet; a notion no sooner conceived than executed. We close the chapter. This fall saved him, for the horsemen passed over him. Katy’s face was vapid and undistinguishable from a crowd, but pretty in an abstract sense, like the face of a baby doll. Were any thing to happen to him, Newgate wouldn't be what it is, nor Tyburn either. ’ *** It must have been fate, Gerald decided, near an hour later, staring intently at the closed French windows on the raised alcove that led out to the terrace. The door popped open with a sigh.
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