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” She leaned back amongst the cushions of her chair. 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. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room.
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