On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female. In a second the glass lay shattered upon the carpet. Clear water gave away to gray as she waded deeper, feeling her slippers on rock. A few more minutes, and she was safe. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. A middle-aged countrywoman, plump of cheek, and a little shy. The Trenchard estates will likewise be mine, for Sir Rowland is no more, and the youth, Thames, will never again see daylight. This is grace I am saying! Oh! my dear! all the joy and weeping of life are mixed in me now and all the gratitude.
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