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Meantime, the Stone Hall was crowded by all the inmates of the jail, debtors,
felons, turnkeys, and officers who could obtain permission to witness the
ceremony of the prisoner's irons being struck off. If he adhered to this
policy—to keep away from her inconspicuously—she would forget the name by
night, and to-morrow even the bearer of it would sink below the level of
recollection. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the
ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. His mind was filled
briefly with psychic images of a charnel house that
danced like a spider in his head. “We are not going the right way,” she exclaimed. She was delivered home by 11:30pm.
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