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’ Miss Froxfield regarded him in some interest. He had now reached what was called the Lower Leads,—a flat, covering a part of the prison contiguous to the gateway, and surrounded on all sides by walls about fourteen feet high. “Stop! Don’t put your face there. I can’t. ” She said in Lucy’s direction.
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