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The night had swallowed him up, but his work on her was done. Ah Coom. She imagined descending the stairs, hearing Mike’s uproarious laughter as she peeked around a vacant corner with a lump in her throat. 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. “Now I’ll have what I want from you, wife. But it's confounded inconvenient. He had informed her that to leave him would be a choice to live a life of meager subsistence. But she did not listen long; she wanted to talk. She discovered him sitting upon the floor beside his open trunk. “Well,” said Capes, at length, “we’ve to go down, Ann Veronica.
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