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Spurling was no longer allowed to visit him; he was again loaded with irons; fastened by an enormous horse-padlock to a staple in the floor; and only allowed to take repose in a chair. Her eardrums were burning with the echoes of those hideous shouts. “Hold on, she’s right here.
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