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In the centre of the upper gallery was a spacious saloon, appropriated to the governors of the asylum. I knew him in spite of his dress. Selecting a key from the heavy bunch committed to him by Austin, he threw open the door, and beheld Blueskin seated at the back of the small chamber, handcuffed, and with his feet confined in a heavy pair of stocks. “An annuity—a sum of money paid to you yearly or quarterly through my solicitors, and which you can consider as a gift from your sister. The signs of tears had all gone, but some subtle change seemed to have stolen into her face. They took their places at a distant table. I hated him. "I disown you. "'Sblood! what's this!" cried Jonathan, in the utmost surprise.
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