Or had she, like himself, been held up until the fellow returned to town? He waited, his ready humour anticipating her likely reaction. It was approached from the street by a flight of broad stone steps, leading to a ponderous door, plated with iron, and secured on the inner side by huge bolts, and a lock, with wards of a prodigious size. Kneebone, Mrs. When the carpenter a moment afterwards stretched out his hand, scarcely knowing whether he was alive or dead, he found himself alone. She dreaded living off the land again, like an animal, as she had done for dozens of years at a stretch.
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