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‘No!’ Melusine snapped as he tugged at the thing. A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors, growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. Breakfast, too, was an impossible occasion. The prison gates were besieged like the entrance of a booth at a fair; and the Condemned Hold where he was confined, and to which visitors were admitted at the moderate rate of a guinea a-head, had quite the appearance of a showroom.
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