His build was medium, he would never 5 tower over his peers, yet his shoulders were broadening, betrayed by an undeveloped set of pectoral muscles underneath his button-down shirt that she could tell frustrated him. As he crossed this chamber, his foot struck against something on the floor, which nearly threw him down, and stooping to examine the object, he found it was a key. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so. A physiognomist, indeed, would have likened him to that crafty animal, and it must be owned the general formation of his features favoured such a comparison. She was a little paler than when she had come to London, a little paler and a little thinner. . Once they were on the move, Kimble seemed to find strength from somewhere. Running his hand carefully over it in search of the lock, he perceived to his dismay that it was fastened on the other side. "Take it," cried Wood, holding the infant towards her; "take it, and fly.
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