"I call this ere crib the Little-Ease,
arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. The Palazzo was unlike anything she had ever known. “They have just
taken this house from Lady Cellender. “Anna,” he pleaded, “be
merciful. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined
lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by
brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate
he actually deserved. A noise was next heard, as if some instrument were applied to the
door with the intent to force it open, and Jack's fears were at once dispelled, At
first, he had imagined they were officers of justice, come to convey him to a
stronger prison: but the voice of one of the parties, which he recognised,
convinced him they were his friends. Next
instant he had her immobilised, her hands behind her back, her chest crushed to
his, the white veil slipping once again. Like the nuns,
she hardly ever looked in a mirror. She opened one and found herself in a large untidy room set with chairs that
were a little disarranged as if by an overnight meeting.
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