In this screen, which masked the entrance of a dark passage
communicating with the Condemned Hold, about five feet from the ground, was
a hatch, protected by long spikes set six inches apart, and each of the thickness
of an elephant's tusk. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of
freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. Spurling: "I blush for you, Sir! To call
yourself a man, and interfere with the natural course of affection! Have you no
feeling for the situation of those poor disconsolate creatures, about to be
bereaved of all they hold dear? Is it nothing to part with a husband to the
gallows? I've lost four in the same way, and know what it is. This farewell had been particularly distasteful to him. And so
Winifred understood him.
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