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” “A little pit!” said Ann Veronica; “a little prison!” “It’s just as often a little refuge. " "Gem'men o' the votch!" cried Sharples, as loudly as a wheezy cough would permit him, "my noble pris'ner—ough! ough;—the Markis o' Slaughterford ——" Further speech was cut short by a volley of execrations from the angry guardians of the night. Anna watched her from the windows, watched the carriage jolt away along the cobbled street and disappear. “There was an accident with a pistol in Miss Pellissier’s room,” he said. And then the fetters, which were still upon his legs:—how was he to get rid of them? Tired and dispirited, he still wandered on. She parted the curtains to find him standing there.
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