Loving was self-forgetfulness, pure delighting in another human being. I am loved. ‘Yes, a very sad story,’ agreed the major. He had him removed from the Condemned Hold,
stripped of his fine apparel, clothed in the most sordid rags, loaded with
additional fetters, and thrust into the Stone Hold,—already described as the most
noisome cell in the whole prison. ”
“Anything except that,” he murmured. Give me
the chisel, Blueskin. Do not underestimate my power. "My name will only be remembered as that of a robber," he mused; "but it shall
be remembered as that of a bold one: and this night's achievement, if it does
nothing else, shall prevent me from being classed with the common herd of
depredators. But
they would not be denied. "
"Palliate them as you may," replied the widow, gravely, "they were faults; and as
such, cannot be repaired by a greater wrong. As she looked in this direction, the thief-taker raised his eyes—those gray,
blood-thirsty eyes!—their glare froze the life-blood in her veins. ’
Joan nodded, her face still averted.
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