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" In an angle of the Stone Hall was the Iron Hold, a chamber containing a vast assortment of fetters and handcuffs of all weights and sizes. I don’t conceal it. Her aunt arrived about halfpast ten, in black and with an unusually thick spotted veil. To shore up a business that never had any foundation, he wanted me to lend him a hundred thousand; and for his sake as well as for mine I had to refuse. Her gratitude swelled within her.
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