’ Jack Kimble took a deep breath. Spurling was no longer allowed to visit him; he was again loaded with irons; fastened by an enormous horse-padlock to a staple in the floor; and only allowed to take repose in a chair. He needed to laugh, but only she laughed as he chuckled weakly. ‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged.
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