"My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. For what indeed does she do? A simple song, no gesture, no acting, nothing. There was a long silence between them. Having only seen him in the gloom of a dungeon, and loaded with fetters, Kneebone had not noticed this alteration: but he was now greatly struck by it.
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