‘C’est ridicule. The man, who was just able to move, pointed towards Giltspur-street. Immeasurable disgust possessed her. "I merely asked the question," he said, after he had enjoyed the boy's suspense for a moment. He had him removed from the Condemned Hold, stripped of his fine apparel, clothed in the most sordid rags, loaded with additional fetters, and thrust into the Stone Hold,—already described as the most noisome cell in the whole prison. Her mouth dry, she made her feet walk on, not daring to utter a word.
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