"And, now,—to Newgate. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. But she did not listen long; she wanted to talk. The hard work will be his, until we yank this young fellow back from the brink. " "Never mind it, my dear Mrs. Manning.
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