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He could lose himself for hours at a time. The evenings were beginning to draw out, and it would not be dark for an hour. Old Newgate was divided into three separate prisons,—the Master's Side, the Common Side, and the Press Yard. But it never said: "Tell someone! Tell someone!" Was he something of a moral pervert, then? Was it what he had lost—the familiar world—rather than what he had done? He stared dully at the footrail. .
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