She flung herself back into the bare little room, cold, empty, comfortless. Her hand grasped it firmly, and she pushed herself forward. "When is he to suffer?" she demanded, fixing her large black eyes, which burnt with an insane gleam, upon him. The thief-taker's throat was bound up with thick folds of linen, and his face had a ghastly and cadaverous look, which communicated an undefinable and horrible expression to his glances.
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