She felt him as something solid and strong and trustworthy beyond measure. Her clock had stopped—stopped at the very hour on which she had quitted the Mint! She had not the heart to wind it up again. He had the same dark eyes, though lighted by a fierce flame; the same sallow complexion; the same tall, thin figure, and majestic demeanour; the same proud cast of features. We aren't between him and heaven; he is between us and heaven. The uproar was tremendous—men yelling— dogs barking,—but above all was heard the stentorian voice of Jonathan, urging them on.
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