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She recognized him as the man who had blundered into the wrong room. He remembered it suddenly. On the same peg and evidently belonging to it was a black velvet Zouave jacket. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. At last, after a long rumbling journey in a stuffy windowless van, she reached Canongate Prison—for Holloway had its quota already. The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey. However, if I've lost one servant, I've gained another, that's one comfort.
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