One point in her narrative stood out beyond all others. ’ ‘He let them go?’ asked Miss Froxfield incredulously. I also have eyes, and I have seen the picture. She had time in the afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer occupied by the constant spinning of wool. At length, about three o'clock, as the first glimmer of dawn became visible through the barred casements of the round-house, the rattling of bolts and chains at the outer door told that some one was admitted. . Michelle was in sight, Lucy could hear her voice, high in the crowd, and saw her blond head bobbing among a sea of faces. "They imagine their work is done.
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