While he was thus musing, two horsemen rode past him; and, proceeding to a little distance, stopped likewise. At times I swear I’ve never met a more jaded fifteen-year-old, and your lie about being sixteen didn’t get by me for one second, believe it. As soon as he finished a sheet, he tossed it aside and began another. “Just like old times,” she thought sardonically. Built and paved with stone, without beds, or any other sort of protection from the cold, this dreadful hole, accounted the most dark and dismal in the prison, was made the receptacle of such miserable wretches as could not pay the customary fees.
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