Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. Lucia had never been so happy, so content. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. The latch came with a weak click. ToC During the whole of the next day and night, the poor widow hovered like a ghost about the precincts of the debtors' garrison,—for admission (by the Master's express orders,) was denied her. get in. Daybreak found her winding her painful way along the Harrow Road; and, in order to shorten the distance as much as possible, she took the nearest cut, and struck into the meadows on the right. It was too good to be true. He then unfolded his choice and held it before her face. She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side.
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