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“Now step aside, I have some business to attend to. "Manuscripts! Why, this chap is a writer, or is trying to be. I heard rumours of it in Paris, and the place since then has been closed. Can you come?\" Michelle asked expectantly. His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life. It’s not like we’re getting married. Every movable mirror had been placed here, to discourage vanity, and since no whitewash covered the brocaded purple wallpaper, its pervasive hue gave an added sense of heaviness to the crowded chamber. 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. CHAPTER V.
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