The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. "Off with you to Newgate!" cried Jack, "and don't let him out till you get inside the Lodge. The release was so great that she felt tears spring from her eyes. Then a ride to London on horseback. The worst was over now.
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