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Having ascertained by the breathing which room Thames occupied, he speedily contrived to fasten him in. Damn! I’ve splashed. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. And empty. I meant mischief. He refused his food,—and even when better provisions were offered him, rejected them.
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