Then it was as good as certain that no one would come to Slimy's
room. And, by the by, had not there been a sound of the turning of a
key when Slimy took his departure? He could not be quite sure of
this; just then he had noticed all things so imperfectly. Was it
impossible to free a limb, or to ungag his mouth? He tried to turn
his head, but it was clear that throttling would be the only result
of any such effort; and the bonds on hands and feet were immoveable.
No escape, save by Slimy's aid.
He determined not to face the possibility of Slimy's failing in his
word; otherwise, anxiety would make him desperate. He recognised
now, for the first time fully, how much it meant to him, that
meeting with Ida. The shock he had experienced on hearing her
sentence and beholding her face as she left the court had not,
apparently, produced lasting results; his weakness surprised him
when he looked back upon it. In a day or two he had come to regard
the event as finally severing him from Ida, and a certain calm
ensuing hereupon led to the phase which ultimately brought him to
Maud once more. But Waymark's introspection was at fault; he
understood himself less in proportion as he felt that the ground was
growing firmer under his feet.
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