The chapel was crowded to excess. . I thought my sister and her murdered husband dragged me hither, to this very room, and commanded you to slay me. "Sir Rowland must be gone. I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. "And now, to your own concerns. Yes, this was a little better. Immediately beneath the pulpit stood a large circular pew where malefactors under sentence of death sat to hear the condemned sermon delivered to them, and where they formed a public spectacle to the crowds, which curiosity generally attracted on those occasions. Slowly Prudence Sindlesham nodded her head, her eyes never leaving his face. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility.
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