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Perhaps some
one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek
with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. “Thank goodness!” said that retreating aspect, “that’s said
and over. Parbleu, but what grandfathers I have!’
It was stalemate, Gerald thought, irrepressible amusement leaping into his
chest. Above this revolting spot was the female debtor's
ward; below it a gloomy cell, called Tangier; and, lower still, the Stone Hold, a
most terrible and noisome dungeon, situated underground, and unvisited by a
single ray of daylight. The voices went into his ears but
left no impression of their import.
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