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"On my soul, yes," rejoined Jonathan. " "Help me through at all hazards, Poll," cried Jack, straining towards the opening. A little within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes. ‘Me also I do not recall them. The bed was hard beyond any experience of hers, the bed-clothes coarse and insufficient, the cell at once cold and stuffy. ‘Speak, then. Spurlock mused over the previous night. It was not as bad a wound as she had at first thought, and the blood was only oozing now.
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