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He embraced her,
kissing her cheek, then her neck. The
splendid voices sang on from phase to phase of love’s unfolding, the ship drove
across the sea to the beating rhythm of the rowers. “Why not?” He repeated, demanding. What was the wench at? Yet he
could not maintain this stand off forever. Each human
contact leaves some indelible mark. He had him removed from the Condemned Hold,
stripped of his fine apparel, clothed in the most sordid rags, loaded with
additional fetters, and thrust into the Stone Hold,—already described as the most
noisome cell in the whole prison.
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