"Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. The Night-Cellar XVIII. Fame of any sort was folly and she knew better. "'Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. On the right of the postern against the wall was affixed a small grating, sustaining the debtor's box; and any pleasure which the passerby might derive from contemplating the splendid structure above described was damped at beholding the pale faces and squalid figures of the captives across the bars of its strongly-grated windows.
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