" The prison bars of circumstance, they no longer encompassed her. Wood was heard without, angrily demanding admittance. She twisted her fingers tightly. "Stir a foot, at your peril. '" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. ” “Your sister,” he answered, “did me the honour of dining with me last night. "You poor child!" said Prudence. “It may be more difficult than you think,” she said. ” He fell back in his chair with an expression of tremendous desolation. There was a sharp knocking at the outside door.
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