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A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars. " There were two Condemned Holds,—one for each sex. For a big-bellied glass is the palette I use, And the choicest of wine is my colour; And I find that my nose takes the mellowest hues The fuller I fill it—the fuller! IV. “My dear friend,” she laughed, “not so tragic, if you please.
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