"Whist!" exclaimed Terence; "he elevates his glim. Still, here we are in this dingy, foggy city. Whenever Ah Cum (whose normal stride was sufficient to keep him at the side of her chair) pointed out something of interest, she had to strain the cords in her neck to focus her glance upon the object. In the general survey of the prison, taken in the preceding chapter, but little was said of the Lodge. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters.
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