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. ‘You wish to die?’ ‘Not in the least. But this was but a momentary gleam of personal application, and at this time she followed it up no further. Don’t you think? Tum, tay, tum, tay. An old man with a bent back who limped in, slow and stiff, leaning heavily on a cane. “Hospital? What for? What’s the matter with me?” Courtlaw’s voice sank to a whisper. "Speak English?" boomed the voice.
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