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The sword,
Jacques. Diedermeyer, sweetheart? He just
went in. A cool
gray light illuminated small portions of the stone floor. He was confined in the Middle Stone Ward, a spacious apartment, with good
light and air, situated over the gateway on the western side, and allotted to him,
not for his own convenience, but for that of the keepers, who, if he had been
placed in a gloomier or more incommodious dungeon, would have necessarily
had to share it with him. ‘I dare say the best plan will be for
me to bring her to see you, after all. ’
‘Gracious heaven, Gerald! If your dear mama could not drag you to the altar, I
am hardly likely to succeed. One always dreamed of this and never believed it.
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