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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. She taught him all the lore she had; about bird-life and tree-life and the changing mysteries of the sea. Wood sank, submissively, into a chair, while his daughter hastened to execute her arbitrary parent's commission. “There is some mystery about you both,” he exclaimed, with sudden earnestness.
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