" "Loves!" echoed Winifred, slightly colouring. " "Save us!" exclaimed Wood. The prison gates were besieged like the entrance of a booth at a fair; and the Condemned Hold where he was confined, and to which visitors were admitted at the moderate rate of a guinea a-head, had quite the appearance of a showroom. When she released him he ran down the beach for a stick which he fetched and laid at her feet. He was no match for Brendon. It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed. It was the end, she told herself, fiercely. In this way, more than a month passed over. He was, in fact, quite eager to go on living. "I suppose he'll be on his feet any day now.
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