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One called Waterman's Hall, a horrible place adjoining the postern under the gate, whence, through a small barred aperture, they solicited alms from the passengers: the other, a large chamber, denominated My Lady's Hold, was situated in the highest part of the jail, at the northern extremity. Mr. Jack affected to close the door, but left it slightly ajar. The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored streams beyond Whitefield Park. It would surely be only common politeness to drop her a hint—a fellow countrywoman too.
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