" "Then you are hurt," cried the carpenter in alarm. “I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said. She hadn't meant to ask anything for herself. And then the fetters, which were still upon his legs:—how was he to get rid of them? Tired and dispirited, he still wandered on. ” Her eyes glinted, macabre.
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