Her situation was perplexing her very much, and the Widgett atmosphere was lax and sympathetic, and provocative of discussion. As soon as he had gained his feet, he glanced round the bare blank walls of the cell, and, oppressed by the musty, close atmosphere, exclaimed, "I'll let a little fresh air into this dungeon. Seeing the footman about to follow her in, Gerald clamped a hand onto his shoulder. Just one thing more. “I did it for love of you,” he said. The prisoner breathed with difficulty. ‘Grace à vous, I am compelled to rescue myself. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. She was civil, but she was obviously impatient to know his errand.
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