He found his youngest daughter intrusive in his thoughts all through the morning, and still more so in the afternoon. “Have you turned him yet?” Michelle whispered hotly, trying not to raise the volume of her voice. “Last time I saw you,” he reminded her, “you spoke, did you not, of obtaining some employment in London. Above this revolting spot was the female debtor's ward; below it a gloomy cell, called Tangier; and, lower still, the Stone Hold, a most terrible and noisome dungeon, situated underground, and unvisited by a single ray of daylight. But, after all, what does that matter? He is very much taken with me.
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