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Upon the pavement near the court lay the porter, who had been prostrated by a blow from the butt-end of a pistol. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul. He had offered to escort the young lady to England where she might seek refuge with her relations there, and proposed that the maid Yolande might serve Miss Charvill. The wall was of considerable thickness, and built altogether of stone; and the noise he was compelled to make in using the heavy bar, which brought sparks with every splinter he struck off, was so great, that he feared it must be heard by the prisoners on the Debtors' side.
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