While he was considering what would be best to do, the poor maniac, over whose bewildered brain another change had come, raised her head from under the straw, and peeping round the room, asked in a low voice, "If they were gone?" "Who?" inquired Jack. Always her prayers ended—'And may my beautiful mother guide me!' No. The arrival of the cart at the end of Field Lane, appeared the signal for an attempt at rescue. Two women entered and sat down at the adjoining table.
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