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She sought hastily in her mind for a plausible answer to an obvious question that didn’t come. On this side a flight of wooden steps, protected by a hand-rail, led to a door opening upon the summit of the prison. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct. His hunger satisfied, his spirits began to revive, and with this change of mood all his natural audacity returned. I loitered in the shop as you chatted with the butcher’s girl. The ward in which he was confined, was about six yards in length, and three in width, and in height, might be about twelve feet. But, though I cannot reward you, Heaven will. There it was—to be borrowed.
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