Above this revolting spot was the female debtor's ward; below it a gloomy cell, called Tangier; and, lower still, the Stone Hold, a most terrible and noisome dungeon, situated underground, and unvisited by a single ray of daylight. Her blood spurted into his mouth and he drank. He was plainly attired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger by his side. Oh, I grew fond of you as the years went by. That is why I am here. We can’t even protect them from themselves.
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