Coming from the gloom of the passage, even the corridors seemed sufficiently illuminated for them to see their way. Below it a prodigiously large bolt was shot into the socket, and, in order to keep it there, was fastened by a hasp, and further protected by an immense padlock. Her head had been shaved, and around it was swathed a piece of rag, in which a few straws were stuck. One glance swept across the place and it was immediately apparent that Pottiswick had not, this time, been mistaken. "No"—as if her thoughts were elsewhere. These were his mistresses, Poll Maggot and Edgeworth Bess.
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