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The air was crisp and dry. His legs were dreadfully swelled; his hands bruised; and his fetters occasioned him intolerable pain. Wood hadn't struck me. The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face. There was some justification for her annoyance, for negotiation of the secret passage demanded either a stout heart, or a desperate one.
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