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"Are you hurt, Thames?" asked Jack, anxiously. Above this revolting spot was the female debtor's ward; below it a gloomy cell, called Tangier; and, lower still, the Stone Hold, a most terrible and noisome dungeon, situated underground, and unvisited by a single ray of daylight. I was in the front row, and I fancied she smiled at me. She flung aside every plan she had in life, every discretion.
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