"I find I was in error. Eventually her movements carried her to the little stand at the side of the bed. “It was poison—why not?” she answered. 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. Just as I might have killed another, if he had come out.
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