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He could quite understand the daughter of Mr. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. Meantime, the Stone Hall was crowded by all the inmates of the jail, debtors, felons, turnkeys, and officers who could obtain permission to witness the ceremony of the prisoner's irons being struck off. “And yet I do it without compunction. His legs were dreadfully swelled; his hands bruised; and his fetters occasioned him intolerable pain. There you are! Girl spoilt for life. At sight of his wan features, she forgot the urgency of her need for a moment, and fell to her knees at his bedside, placing her hands on his slack ones where they lay on the soiled coverlet. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. This is not the conduct of a jeune demoiselle. ’ But the nun’s eyes had caught Gerald behind and she took instant umbrage. She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her chin resting upon the window-sill. “As I love you. ” “I suppose I must have thought so. " "The pianist?" "Yes. You’d think he wanted to meet the wretch again.
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