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’ Too late he saw his error. The smell assaulted them even before they entered the restaurant, greasy and savory. ‘No need to shake in your boots,’ Gerald said soothingly. 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. The flicker of an eyelash might betray his presence. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow.
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