” It was her last evening in that wrappered life against which she had rebelled. She had money of her own—much more than I have—and there was no need to squabble about that. A wooden balcony in one of the adjoining houses was thronged with ladies, all of whom appeared to take a lively interest in the scene, and to be full of commiseration for the criminal, not, perhaps, unmixed with admiration of his appearance. ’ ‘Now why didn’t I make that connection?’ Gerald asked of the air in a tone of regret. Joan told me it was hung somewhere in the house, only I couldn’t remember where after all this time. She seized the key, and he grasped her hand and squeezed it roughly and painfully between the handle and the ward as she tried to turn it.
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