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The great grindstone, Earth, had turned when Mr. Lorry looked out

again, and the sun was red on the courtyard. But, the lesser

grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with a red

upon it that the sun had never given, and would never take away.

CHAPTER III. The Shadow

One of the first considerations which arose in the business mind

of Mr. Lorry when business hours came round, was this:--that he

had no right to imperil Tellson's by sheltering the wife of an

emigrant prisoner under the Bank roof. His own possessions,

safety, life, he would have hazarded for Lucie and her child,

without a moment's demur; but the great trust he held was not his

own, and as to that business charge he was a strict man of

business.