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His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life. . The prison was two stories high, with a flat roof surmounted by a gilt vane fashioned like a key; and, possessing considerable internal accommodation, it had, in its day, lodged some thousands of disorderly personages. Straitened circumstances would not have mattered; a mother would have managed somehow. Her husband finally relented. "'Cos there's a gale a-getting up as'll perwent you, young freshwater," replied the tar. But there was a face pressed to the glass. She slipped down the perfunctory flight of stairs, short because of the home’s split-level style.
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