" Mr. “All’s well that ends well,” he said; “and the less one says about things the better. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. In the recess beside the fireplace were some open bookshelves. 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.
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