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" In an angle of the Stone Hall was the Iron Hold, a chamber containing a vast assortment of fetters and handcuffs of all weights and sizes. Both had very singular faces; very odd wigs, very much pulled over their brows; and very large cravats, very much raised above their chins. It was his tall stance and his pale skin that drew him out of the crowd. The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance. Wild in my presence! He's the right-hand of the community! We could do nothing without him!" "We!" repeated Wood, significantly. .
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