"Set your prisoner free!" returned Wood. A small voice greeted her, hissing. Though within the
last two days he had committed several heinous offences, and one of a darker
dye than any with which the reader has been made acquainted, his breast was not
yet so callous as to be wholly insensible to the stings of conscience. ‘You are an avid reader, I take it. Just now the waterchestnuts…. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. The costume of this
personage was somewhat singular, and might have passed for a masquerading
habit, had not the imperturbable gravity of his demeanour forbidden any such
supposition. ’
‘You mean the bookroom, miss. Presently the odour of
burnt powder mingled agreeably with that of the incense. If he had nothing to tell her, she had nothing to ask. Anything
that might stir the sense of love And God has mocked me through it all. And so
Winifred understood him. A chill ran through
his frame, and, grasping the heavy weapon with which chance had provided him,
prepared to strike down the first person who should enter the cell. She gave tongue to the most urgent of her plaints. She had paid her bill, and she had enough left in
her purse to pay many such.
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