It was like pouring a strong acid over dulled metal. Shotbolt, who had in some degree recovered from the effects of his previous mortification, was thrown into an ecstacy of delight, and could not sufficiently exult over the prisoner. He turned me so that he could have a companion in his loneliness. I loathe this room. ” “Have I done something wrong? Should I take you home?” “No.
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