"It is her child!" shrieked Rowland, in a voice heard above the howling of the tempest, "risen from this roaring abyss to torment me. She got up, as she had been told to do, at his appearance, and he amazed her by sitting down, according to custom, on her stool. I don’t know what has come over me. Every other wall comprised bookcases, except where the doors appeared. The train, meantime, had passed Marylebone Lane, when it again paused for a moment, at Jack's request, near the door of a public-house called the City of Oxford.
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