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E. E. She was consumed by misery and hate. It was eleven o'clock. ‘She ought to be. 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. But not once in these ten years had they borne blossom or fruit.
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