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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. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes bright. She owed the nun a great deal, including her command of English, for no one else thought to ensure she could speak her mother tongue. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. He tired of his popcorn and placed it under his seat. Wood; but they never come now.
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