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He trembled, not from any superstitious dread, but from an undefined sense of approaching danger. before them soldiers. Go away now, there’s a good lad. " The doctor was in the middle fifties, gray and careworn, but with alert blue eyes and a gentle mouth. ‘Sapristi,’ he gasped. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. He had him removed from the Condemned Hold, stripped of his fine apparel, clothed in the most sordid rags, loaded with additional fetters, and thrust into the Stone Hold,—already described as the most noisome cell in the whole prison.
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