Perhaps it was the recollection of those happy days. " "Irons—heavy irons—night and day. Had this not been the case, he must have refused even to see his Frenchified granddaughter. The inner apartment was rather gracefully furnished with a thick, fine Turkish carpet, a good brass fender, a fine old bureau, and on the walls were engravings of two young girls’ heads by Greuze, and of some modern picture of boys bathing in a sunlit pool. Come close to me, and let me hold your hand, dear. Nevertheless, she could not prevent a rising excitement as the dawn of the new life drew near to her—a thrilling of the nerves, a secret and delicious exaltation above the common circumstances of existence. Their duty was to see who came in, or went out; to lock up, and open the different wards; to fetter such prisoners as were ordered to be placed in irons; to distribute the allowances of provision; and to maintain some show of decorum; for which latter purpose they were allowed to carry whips and truncheons. The operation was effected with so much rapidity and so little noise, that even if any one had been on the alert, he could scarcely have detected it. He obeyed, letting the garment fall to the floor.
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