The clanking of chains, the grating of locks, and the rumbling of bolts must have been music in Jonathan's ears, so much pains did he take to subject himself to such sounds. She could not hide her face. If anyone noticed, he did not report the event. All was darkness, horror, confusion, ruin. But don't let my name frighten you.
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