“Let me get you some water, Annabel. It’s not like we’re getting married. It had been a part of the vast domain of the servants in the house’s earlier incarnation. Built and paved with stone, without beds, or any other sort of protection from the cold, this dreadful hole, accounted the most dark and dismal in the prison, was made the receptacle of such miserable wretches as could not pay the customary fees. She could hear him from the lower floor as he locked the gates and drew up the wooden part of the bridge. She did not answer him, as she did not know what to say.
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