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His eyes never left her face. " 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. I’ll walk over there once I change clothes. They were sounding more and more like Civic every day. Particularly when it was obvious the fellow was one of these pitiful wretches weak enough to allow themselves to be ousted from their inheritances and thus obliged to come seeking succour of their neighbours. ” The audience clapped when cued by Brown, not sure of what to do.
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