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"Wretch!" she cried, "you shall not force me to your hateful purpose. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its present inmate. We must always move on. The hotel on the Peak had the aspect of a fairy castle. Let me say it to you.
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