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A faint, delightfully humorous smile parted her lips. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. . On the right of the postern against the wall was affixed a small grating, sustaining the debtor's box; and any pleasure which the passerby might derive from contemplating the splendid structure above described was damped at beholding the pale faces and squalid figures of the captives across the bars of its strongly-grated windows. Her interest grew as she read, a certain distaste disappeared. “I came to London unexpectedly, and my friends could not take me in. "I am Owen Wood, at your service.
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