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Shy, grateful in her loneliness for this unexpected attention, she had listened. The windows were grated, the doors barred; each room had the name as well as the appearance of a cell; and the very porter who stood at the gate, habited like a jailer, with his huge bunch of keys at his girdle, his forbidding countenance and surly demeanour seemed to be borrowed from Newgate. You know not what a wretched guilty thing I am. I want to give you time to think. ‘This, as you see, is an identity for your cousin, André Valade.
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