‘I would read your body,’ he whispered, and lifted her fingers to his lips. It was partly to pay a grudge he had against father. Two large wards were situated in the Gate; one of which, the Stone Ward, appropriated to the master debtors, looked towards Holborn; the other called the Stone Hall, from a huge stone standing in the middle of it, upon which the irons of criminals under sentence of death were knocked off previously to their being taken to the place of execution, faced Newgate Street. He allowed his voice to drip with sympathy. So long as she could remember, her father had never permitted her to sit at the table unless she came fully dressed. No one had lived here since old man Remenham had died some eighteen months ago, for the heir, so it was rumoured, was a relative with property of his own. People spoke of him everywhere as a young man of great promise, a politician by instinct, a keen and careful judge of character. “I was surprised, I admit,” he said. Honestly, I never did.
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