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The sky was cloudless, effulgent blue. And Blueskin, who, for a moment, had looked round distrustfully, concluding it was a feint, now laughed louder than ever. It was not a long prayer. She had not noticed such beauty in many years, and it almost caused her to weep. The unfortunate prisoner, meanwhile, who was not informed of the respite, languished in his horrible dungeon, and, at the expiration of three weeks, became so seriously indisposed that it was feared he could not long survive. It probably had its own repulsive oubliette in the bottom, where tiny princesses could fall and break their necks. Just as they reached the end of the passage, they heard the voices of Jonathan and the Jew in Thames's late place of confinement.
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