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" In an angle of the Stone Hall was the Iron Hold, a chamber containing a vast assortment of fetters and handcuffs of all weights and sizes. ‘Never fear, my love. As Spurlock called her name, she paused and turned. " The air in the narrow street, which was not eight feet wide, swarmed with smells impossible to define; but all at once the pleasantly pungent odour of Chinese incense drifted across the girl's face, and gratefully she quickened her inhalations. Norris, wringing her hands and wepping, the unfortunate lady was placed upon a couch.
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