And then the fetters, which were still upon his legs:—how was he to get rid of them? Tired and dispirited, he still wandered on. "This Enschede—the missioner. Well, they’d got to the pheasants, and in a little while he would smoke. The bed was hard beyond any experience of hers, the bed-clothes coarse and insufficient, the cell at once cold and stuffy.
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