‘Quickly! You must get up. In this screen, which masked the entrance of a dark passage communicating with the Condemned Hold, about five feet from the ground, was a hatch, protected by long spikes set six inches apart, and each of the thickness of an elephant's tusk. Capes kept obstinately stiff, and spoke between his teeth. "More than three hundred weight, Sir," replied the man.
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