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“Who can tell?” she said. 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. “I wonder if there is!” said Capes, and paused, and then bent down over the boy who wore his hair like Russell. " "You're agitating yourself unnecessarily, Joan," returned Wood, in a soothing voice. " "That's better. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. ” Michelle replied, still haunted by the image of her friend brutally amputating a man’s finger.
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