Some years after the date of this history, an immense ventilator was placed at the top of the Gate, with the view of purifying the prison, which, owing to its insufficient space and constantly-crowded state, was never free from that dreadful and contagious disorder, now happily unknown, the jail-fever. "My limbs feel so light, now that my irons are removed," he observed with a smile, "that I am half inclined to dance. All at once they came to the top, the faded blue sky overhead, and whichever way he looked, the horizon, the great rocking circle which hemmed them in. “Were you thinking of private apartments, a boarding-house or an hotel?” she asked. And then all her restlessness was turned to joy.
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