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In this cell was a huntsman, who had fractured his skull while hunting, and was perpetually hallooing after the hounds;—in that, the most melancholy of all, the grinning gibbering lunatic, the realization of "moody madness, laughing wild. " "I do not doubt it," returned Jack; "none but those who have experienced it can understand the miseries of imprisonment. But it would serve. "Long life to the Marquis!" reiterated Terence; "he's an honour to ould Ireland!" "Didn't I tell you how it would be?" remarked Quilt. She attempted by a sheer act of will to end the scene, to will herself out of it anywhere. "Here, Caliban, go and fasten his padlock. "Poor thing!" muttered he, as the widow departed on her errand, "she's seen better days and better circumstances than she'll ever see again, I'm sure.
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