The doors of several of the wards were thrown open for these parties, and as Jack passed, he could not help glancing at the wretched inmates. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. ‘I don’t know what the devil you’re talking about. I've sent for the priest. I don't care how lonesome it is.
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