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 a little distance till he started once more up the stone steps.

"Where are you going, Henry?" she asked, and the casual wonder in her tone was a triumph of self-control.

"Back to jail!" he answered miserably.

Her eyes were on him till the iron door had swallowed him up, and she knew that his had slanted back for one last image of her.