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The door to the room in question was closed. Better to remain silent. Gone were the old days where an old maid banged on an upright piano above a roaring crowd, this sound was loud enough to be heard outside the building, she thought to herself as her eardrums throbbed. Nowhere could he see that reaching, menacing Hand. Old Newgate was divided into three separate prisons,—the Master's Side, the Common Side, and the Press Yard. But such was the violence of his grief,—such the compunction he exhibited, that all but one looked on with an eye of compassion.
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