Looking sullen, he released the handle and sat back. “You found the flat easily?” said Capes in the pause. ” “Well, I take it we’re straight again,” said Capes with a note of relief, and assumed an easier position on the edge of her table. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its present inmate. "The door!—the door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am unarmed. But whatever she may have said was lost as Gerald pinned her to the wall, the point of the sword at her throat.
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