’ So saying, he pulled her forward, slipping her arms about his back. Over the sea of heads arose a black and dismal object. Lucy sprinted to one side to avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece like strands of rotten corn silk. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its present inmate. Dieu du ciel, what was it? She turned slowly, listening for the direction of the sound. " "Too proud, eh?" rejoined the prize-fighter. When she tried to speak she found it difficult. " "I declare I don't know what to do," said Wood, burned by conflicting emotions. ToC During the whole of the next day and night, the poor widow hovered like a ghost about the precincts of the debtors' garrison,—for admission (by the Master's express orders,) was denied her.
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