She barely heard a word that Martin or
Brown said, until Martin’s voice chimed. Her courage and her presence of mind had alike deserted her. A
few short, dark locks, escaping from beneath her head-dress, showed that her
hair had been removed, and had only been recently allowed to grow again. Throwing the blanket over his left arm and shouldering the iron bar, he again
clambered up the chimney; regained the Red Room; hurried along the first
passage; crossed the Chapel; threaded the entry to the Lower Leads; and, in less
than ten minutes after quitting the Castle, had reached the northern extremity of
the prison. And so bitterly did the carpenter
reproach himself with his neglect, that he resolved, at all risks, to go back in
search of it. “Ugh!” she said.
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