She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. . I sometimes laid away my father's clothes in his trunk. She became aware that at regular intervals a light flashed upon her face and a bodiless eye regarded her, and this, as the night wore on, became a torment. Unconscious that his movements were watched, Shotbolt, meanwhile, hastened towards Wych Street. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension.
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