“Did she? I’m sorry, Mike. Spurling was no longer allowed to visit him; he was again loaded with irons; fastened by an enormous horse-padlock to a staple in the floor; and only allowed to take repose in a chair. I hope you will always remember——” Annabel held out her hands with a little cry of protest.
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