The doors of
several of the wards were thrown open for these parties, and as Jack passed, he
could not help glancing at the wretched inmates. The music confused and distracted her, and made
her struggle against a feeling of intoxication. It belonged to his
father, and was worn by him on the night he was murdered. Clotilde’s stunning green eyes were reflected in
the gazes of the tender young children, but their faces had
been hollow and sunken, their hair matted, and their
clothing in bad need of repair. ‘Bête!’
Gerald caught her hand as she pulled it back to deliver another blow. On this fresh
outburst of the storm, Wood threw himself instinctively into the bottom of the
boat, and clasping the little orphan to his breast, endeavoured to prepare himself
to meet his fate. He fancied that the turnkeys had discovered his flight and were in pursuit
of him,—that they had climbed up the chimney,—entered the Red Room,—
tracked him from door to door, and were now only detained by the gate which he
had left unbroken in the chapel.
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