” She took his hand,
interrupting him. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his
fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. Go to it. It was a great relief to arrive at last at that pause when she could say to her
aunt, “Now, dear?” and rise and hold back the curtain through the archway. He could imagine it even if he could not feel it. . He had him removed from the Condemned Hold,
stripped of his fine apparel, clothed in the most sordid rags, loaded with
additional fetters, and thrust into the Stone Hold,—already described as the most
noisome cell in the whole prison. He was consumed with desire. There was granite in her face and agate in her eyes. Acting upon this humane determination, he impelled himself slowly
backwards,—for he did not dare to face the blast,—and with incredible labour
and fatigue reached the crevice. As a rule, Courtlaw told her softly,
he talked right and left, and to everybody throughout the whole of the meal—tonight he was almost silent, and seemed to devote his whole attention to staring at
Anna.
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