Lucy paced outside of the stone bricked room until her mother began to scream. Every care had been taken of it, as well as of himself, by the humane inmates of the house in which he had sought shelter. But there was a face pressed to the glass. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. You are my prisoner, murderer.
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