A black-garbed figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back. And, when I have seen him pining away before my eyes, getting thinner and thinner every day, I have sometimes thought my prayers were heard. It was neither good nor bad. Somebody ought to talk to him, warn him. Her steps slowed. Again the chalky pallor spread even to her lips, her eyes became lit with the old terror. On one side of the handbill a print of the reigning sovereign, Anne, had been pinned over the portrait of William the Third, whose aquiline nose, keen eyes, and luxuriant wig, were just visible above the diadem of the queen. Words of encouragement and sympathy were addressed to Jack, who, as he looked around, beheld many a friendly glance fixed upon him.
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