58 \"Why will you not touch me?\" She cried out, sitting up, her head in her hands. " "Make good your assertions," cried Trenchard, furiously, "or——" "To the proof," interrupted the stranger, calmly. His complexion was pale; and there was something sinister in the expression of his large black eyes. Sharples received them at the threshold, and holding his lantern towards the prisoners to acquaint himself with their features, nodded to Quilt, between whom and himself some secret understanding seemed to subsist, and then closed and barred the door.
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