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When the turnkey, next morning, stepp'd into his room, The sight of the hole in the wall struck him dumb; The sheriff's black bracelets lay strewn on the ground, But the lad that had worn 'em could nowhere be found. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. “My husband!” she laughed a little derisively. . . His apparel was sumptuous in the extreme, and such as was only worn by persons of the highest distinction. Montague Hill is.
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