She was guided into the dock and prompted by a helpful police inspector. Sheppard, passing her hand across her brow; "but my memory is gone—quite gone. In the obscurity in which it was now seen, it looked like a prison, and, indeed, it was Jonathan's fancy to make it resemble one as much as possible. Lucy cringed, her eyes widening. She would always be going to and fro up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains.
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