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She spoke slowly. ” “That’s horrible!” He gasped. Though by no means so extensive or commodious as the modern prison, Old Newgate was a large and strongly-built pile. Clotilde flew into a rage, crying, “How dare you lay claim to my children! I am their mother! This is a Godless house!” She accused. He was perhaps forty-five years of age.
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