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Her husband sat in a chair beside her bed, his head in his hands. "My demeanour ought to convince you that I came with no hostile intention. The Press Room, to which Blueskin was conveyed on his arrival at the jail, was a small square chamber, walled and paved with stone. The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate.
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