Half a dozen larks mounted and
poured forth that ecstasy which no bird but the lark can translate.
More amazing than the loveliness of scene, sound, and scent around
him was the sense of irrestisible movement. He stopped to watch it,
for it grew so rapid that he could almost detect definite pulsations.
Throb followed throb every second with increasing force, and in a
moment more a burning speck of gold was visible, and behold it was
day! He slowly turned his eyes away and walked onwards.
Lancaster was reached on the second evening after he left Liverpool.
He could not travel fast nor long together, for he was not yet
completely strong. He secured a bed in a low part of the town, at a
public-house, and on the morning of the third day presented himself
at the prison door. After some formalities he was admitted, and
taken by a warder along a corridor with whitewashed walls to the
condemned cell where Caillaud lay. The warder looked through a
grating, and said to Zachariah that a visitor was already there. Two
were not allowed at a time, but he would tell the prisoner that
somebody was waiting for him.
"Let's see, what's your name?" said the warder.
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