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The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors, growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. Here, without a glimpse of daylight; visited by no one except Austin at stated intervals, who neither answered a question nor addressed a word to him; fed upon the worst diet, literally mouldy bread and ditch-water; surrounded by stone walls; with a flagged floor for his pillow, and without so much as a blanket to protect him from the death-like cold that pierced his frame,—Jack's stout heart was subdued, and he fell into the deepest dejection, ardently longing for the time when even a violent death should terminate his sufferings. The little pucker in her brows became more perceptible. “I don’t know why. He was a handsome man, and Lucy could see the strong resemblance of John to him. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. He sat up in his chair as though the question had stung him. " "Do not speak of it," rejoined Thames, with a look of horror.

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