And then the fetters, which were still upon his legs:—how was he to get rid of them? Tired and dispirited, he still wandered on. There was no one to be seen in the great hall. I didn’t allow myself to see things as they were in those days; now I do. Who is the other?” “What other?” Her voice seemed to come from a long way off. The nuns, they were very good with a whip.
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