’ ‘Get rid of the wench,’ Roding said brutally. Put on that new dress—the one that's all white. " "Where are they?" "Ay, where are they?" chorussed the mob, flourishing their various weapons, and flashing their torches in the air; "we'll starve 'em out. A moment afterwards, the door was closed and bolted, and the carpenter found himself alone. . "Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear.
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