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...having first shut him up in his dungeon, I then looked through the twilight of his grated door to Uke his picture. I beheld his body half wasted away with...sitting upon the ground upon a little straw, in the farthest corner of his dungeon, which was alternately his chair and bed ; a little calendar of small...

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...wasted away, with long expet* tation and confinement ; and felt what kind cf sickness of the heart it is which arises from hope deferred. Upon looking nearer,...the portrait. He was sitting upon the ground, upon a liltle straw, in the farthest corner of his dungeon, whish was alternately his chair and bed. A little...

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