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I was in the front row, and I fancied she smiled at me. On this side a flight of wooden steps, protected by a hand-rail, led to a door opening upon the summit of the prison. They were alike in one phase—loveless and lonely. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. With some difficulty he contrived to raise her to the window, and with still greater difficulty to squeeze her through it—her bulk being much greater than his own.
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