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While he was meditating flight in this way, and tossing about on the straw, he chanced upon an old broken and rusty fork. “Shot through the lungs,” he remarked. Though it’s very kind of you. The walls were bare, and painted in stone-colour; the floors, devoid of carpet; the beds, of hangings; the windows, of blinds; and, excepting in the thief-taker's own audience-chamber, there was not a chair or a table about the premises; the place of these conveniences being elsewhere supplied by benches, and deal-boards laid across joint-stools. But if only you will come I do not care.
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