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. “How would you know?” Michelle’s interest was piqued. He had an objective now. It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. She took his hand in hers. ‘You do not understand, Gérard.
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