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And I have no more the pistol. And a custom had grown up of a general tea at four o’clock, under the auspices of a Miss Garvice, a tall and graceful girl of distinguished intellectual incompetence, in whom the hostess instinct seemed to be abnormally developed. It was not a difficult affair. The doll she had never owned, the cat and the dog that had never been hers: here they were, strangely incorporated in this sleeping man. Above this revolting spot was the female debtor's ward; below it a gloomy cell, called Tangier; and, lower still, the Stone Hold, a most terrible and noisome dungeon, situated underground, and unvisited by a single ray of daylight. “I’m sorry, ma’am, to seem the cause of any disturbance, but this,” he pointed to Anna, “is my wife. But such was the violence of his grief,—such the compunction he exhibited, that all but one looked on with an eye of compassion.
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