All through that brief but measureless space of time during which wonder kept him silent, as fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object. She wallowed for a time in the thought of Capes, unable to escape from his image and the idea of his presence in her life. Glancing at the finger-post over the cage, which has been described as situated at the outskirts of the village, and seeing no directions to Dollis Hill, he made fresh inquiries as to where it lay, from an elderly man, who was standing with another countryman near the little prison. She sought hastily in her mind for a plausible answer to an obvious question that didn’t come. McClintock, striking a match to relight his cigar, broke the spell. ’ Her lips parted, but she did not speak. Visible underneath his collar were some metal tags.
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