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Meantime, the Stone Hall was crowded by all the inmates of the jail, debtors, felons, turnkeys, and officers who could obtain permission to witness the ceremony of the prisoner's irons being struck off. What reassured her, however, more than anything else, was the shape of the mouth: it was warmly turned. There were a few loose, broken fragments of rock to reckon with upon the ledges, and one place where hands did as much work as toes. But there was, it insisted, no mobility in his face, no movement, nothing about him that warmed.
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