The door of cabin 2 was open. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery. There followed a silence which endured several minutes; or, rather a tableau. At six o'clock, the wicket was shut; and at nine, the jail was altogether locked up. One research is very like another.
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