In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. 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. No one would ever know what happened to him. “Child! An Oracle is a woman who has had her womb poisoned out of her, a eunuch. “It is not possible,” he exclaimed.
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