"You are
my prisoner. “Hi. "The door!—the
door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am
unarmed. “It is hateful—diabolical!” he exclaimed. Old thoughts,
old feelings, old faces, and old scenes have returned to me, and I have fancied
myself happy,—as happy as I am now. "
The girl's eyes filled. ”
He reeled out of the room. A corner could
hold the promise of a shelf of dainty crystals, volcanic
ices of rainbow colors, or figurines of saints sculpted
from horn and bone reenacting their martyrdoms on
delicate miniature wooden stages. Besides these, there was a sturdylooking fellow, whom he instantly recognised as the honest blacksmith who had
freed him from his irons at Tottenham. "Here, Tom," he
added, calling to a shop-boy, "run and fetch a constable.
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