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This is a tale of two young fools. “There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed. Sheppard, faintly. "I had to give in to him. "Back!" cried Jack fiercely: "lay a finger on her, and I will fell you to the ground. He had him removed from the Condemned Hold, stripped of his fine apparel, clothed in the most sordid rags, loaded with additional fetters, and thrust into the Stone Hold,—already described as the most noisome cell in the whole prison. ‘I’m taking you to Gerald, my girl. The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing. At the sight of her he became rigid and a singularly bright shade of pink. . "Was that thunder?" he faltered, as a terrible clap was heard overhead.
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