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Spurlock: 'tis Roundhead, sure enough. A woman touched him lightly on the arm, and smiled into his face. Her hair was gathered up behind, in a sort of pad, according to the then prevailing mode; and she wore a muslin cap, and pinners with crow-foot edging. To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling. But that instinct is severely dampened most of the time. “It is very good of you to come and see me, my dear sister,” Annabel remarked, throwing herself into a low chair, and clasping her hands over her head. Her mind developed into savage wrath at the present conditions of a woman’s life. " "I do not doubt it," returned Jack; "none but those who have experienced it can understand the miseries of imprisonment. Lost me place, that’s all.
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