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The Press Room, to which Blueskin was conveyed on his arrival at the jail, was
a small square chamber, walled and paved with stone. I meant to lie to you. Ennison
himself, with the recollection of Annabel’s visit still fresh in his mind, was for a
moment constrained and ill at ease. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. ‘What else do you expect? It’s the penalty you pay for marrying an
Englishman. "
Aware apparently in some degree, of the mistake she had committed, the poor
maniac sprang towards him with frantic violence, and planted her long nails in
his cheek. "
"Go, Sir," rejoined the knight, haughtily.
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