Anna turned deliberately away from the bedside. Her father was holding her waist, smiling. "Look at these fetters," returned Thames, holding up his manacled wrists; "they were put on by my uncle's command. ’ He did as she bid him, and was very soon rewarded by the discovery of an oval miniature, encased in gold. But I'll never part with your irons. Dorling said deferentially.
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