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I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. "I hope you don't imagine anything has gone wrong, Sir. Wild," he added, as Jonathan came up, and assisted him to secure and disarm the prisoner. What other reason could there be? It’s more complex, but it’s better. "Do you hear me?" cried the lady, with increasing vehemence. He stamped his last letter as Annabel entered. From time to time she would come upon a line of singular beauty or a paragraph full of haunting music; and these would send her rushing on for something that never happened. He had him removed from the Condemned Hold, stripped of his fine apparel, clothed in the most sordid rags, loaded with additional fetters, and thrust into the Stone Hold,—already described as the most noisome cell in the whole prison.
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