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CHAPTER XLV In The Prisonlocked

  • George Eliot


Near sunset that evening an elderly gentleman was standing with his back against the smaller entrance-door of Stoniton gaol, saying a few last words to the departing chaplain. The chaplain walked away, but the elderly gentleman stood still, looking down on the pavement, and...

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