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The one thought that now consoled Mary Worthington was that at any time she might behold Nigel Lording. Where he was, she couldn't be lonely even if she did not see him. To her there was a sense of protection in his proximity, though at the time he was working in a chain gang making a road from the King's Wharf down to the Bight. Ironed as he was, he was helpless to assist her even if he desired to do so.
Being with others in this particular gang, regarded as a strong and desperate criminal, he, not only by way of punishment, but for the purpose of extra security, dragged about with him at every step he took, "fifty-six pounders"--irons of that weight, without the assistance of a supporting waist-belt. With the incorrigibles, the Commandant took no chances. Every bolter was a menace to the settlement. Besides, now that Mary Worthington was at the settlement, he had diabolical reasons for keeping her lover safe until such time as he matured his plans.