Jack's recapture was speedily made known to all the officers of the jail, and the Lodge was instantly crowded. Divers plans and figures were chalked upon the walls; and the spaces between them were filled up with an almanack for the year; a godly ballad, adorned with a rude wood-cut, purporting to be "The History of Chaste Susannah;" an old print of the Seven Golden Candlesticks; an abstract of the various Acts of Parliament against drinking, swearing, and all manner of profaneness; and a view of the interior of Doctor Daniel Burgess's Presbyterian meeting-house in Russell Court, with portraits of the reverend gentleman and the principal members of his flock. ‘Oh, my God, she’s gone!’ Wrenching his hand from his friend’s slackened grasp, he darted for the door, Roding behind him. ‘You cannot read my mind at all, monsieur. " "Cannot?" echoed Jack, a slight smile crossing his features. The picture in her mind altered and she saw again the way Gerald had looked with consternation upon the bruises he had inflicted on her wrist. He stopped before her suddenly. She had never felt so acutely the desire for free initiative, for a life unhampered by others. In this room was my ruin begun: in this room it should be ended.
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