’ ‘Parbleu,’ exclaimed the girl, jumping up in some dudgeon. I hope you've enjoyed your health. ‘Peste,’ she wailed, as Emile dropped to the floor, ducking down. This path, bordered on each side by high privet hedges of the most beautiful green, soon brought them to a stile. It was his heart. He poured a pinch of tobacco into his palm and sniffed. 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.
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