His legs were dreadfully swelled; his hands bruised; and his fetters occasioned him intolerable pain. Annabel shook her head. “I hope you have not come for that. Here Jack Sheppard was unable to repress an exclamation of astonishment. The ceiling had, in many places, given way; the laths had been removed; and, where any plaster remained, it was either mapped and blistered with damps, or festooned with dusty cobwebs.
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