So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. ’ ‘Damnation!’ Gerald burst out, crossing towards her. Her eyes were wide and bright. "Prisoner at the bar," thus ran the sentence, "you shall be taken to the prison from whence you came, and put into a mean room, stopped from the light; and shall there be laid on the bare ground, without any litter, straw, or other covering, and without any garment. The chance it is the same for both.
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