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It was dusty, with dirty clothing strewn about, a cracked basin thick with grime on the rickety dresser, and a film of grease on the leaded casement. Fritz sang for her sometimes, for Fritz could sing even before he was able to form words. Her fingers rested upon his. “Lord!” she said. " "Does that villain still maintain his power?" asked the stranger sternly. "To paint your portrait," answered the jailer. After all, where prayer fails, a pistol is bound to succeed.
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