”
“Borrow the money! But who lent you the money?”
“A friend,” said Ann Veronica. "
"You have always spoken it?"
"Yes; except for some native. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an
unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room. Every window,
from the groundfloor to the garret had its occupant, and the roofs were covered
with spectators. Those with true
power were the Oracles. Then she was out of the door and
running, fast. Her shoulders were gripped hard and a familiar voice spoke. The
prison gates were besieged like the entrance of a booth at a fair; and the
Condemned Hold where he was confined, and to which visitors were admitted at
the moderate rate of a guinea a-head, had quite the appearance of a showroom.
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