He had heard me sing—the fool thought himself in love with me. 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. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off.
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