The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 143: what you’re looking at

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134 THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. sister, last Wednesday, at the dancing school, and to give you the two oranges they sent you.” “But how can you give them to me—the door is barred ?”? demanded the clerk. ** Oh, easily.” ‘¢ By opening the door of my cell ?”’ ‘Oh, no,” replied the child, whom the idea of such an enormity terrified; ‘oh, no; I can manage it better than that; I have brought my stool with me; and there, now I can reach the little window, nicely.” The stout oaken panel in the upper part of the door had been partially cut away, so as to leave a small square for the admission of light and air. The aper- ture, however, was carefully barred, but still not so closely that small objects could not be introduced into the cell. ** God bless you, Lizzy,” exclaimed the old man, as the rosy, intelligent countenance of the little girl appeared at the grating. “ The sight of your inno- cent face is hke a cordial to the heart. I begin to think there is still something human left in the world.” “ There,” said the child, poking the oranges through the bars; “there are the oranges Tom and Sarah Bentley sent you. I could not bring you one myself, because I spent my week’s money in getting the old fiddle you broke repaired for the man who speaks so strangely ; so I must give you a kiss instead,” she added, with a smile, “if that will do.”’ COniiclooecl SS (SO