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“So I see that you have become content with your hardscrabble existence, your week-to-week survival, your Martin Chen!” “Who?” “Your limp-wristed lover!” “Um. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars. 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. ‘The gatehouse? But why must you move him at all?’ ‘Listen, missie.
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