ToC
About an hour after the occurrences at Newgate, the door of the small backparlour already described at Dollis Hill was opened by Winifred, who, gliding
noiselessly across the room, approached a couch, on which was extended a
sleeping female, and, gazing anxiously at her pale careworn countenance,
murmured,—"Heaven be praised! she still slumbers—slumbers peacefully. "I must tell you," she was saying. "Mother, I come to you. She tiptoed into the entryway where some decorator
had placed a live orchid upon a glassy ebony table. And it’s no use thinking he’d stop her. He had, however, planned brilliant careers for his two sons, and, with a
certain human amount of warping and delay, they were pursuing these. "
By this time, the chair had been brought into the Lodge.
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