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Warm reality was now so near her she could hear it beating in her ears. “I heard the clock strike as I crossed the square,” she answered. "Prisoner at the bar," thus ran the sentence, "you shall be taken to the prison from whence you came, and put into a mean room, stopped from the light; and shall there be laid on the bare ground, without any litter, straw, or other covering, and without any garment. “You remind me of a little blue stone I had once. . ’ ‘Yes, she duped me finely,’ agreed Gerald.
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