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"Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. "Your enemy!" she returned imperfectly comprehending him. The windows were grated, the doors barred; each room had the name as well as the appearance of a cell; and the very porter who stood at the gate, habited like a jailer, with his huge bunch of keys at his girdle, his forbidding countenance and surly demeanour seemed to be borrowed from Newgate. She bolted awake in the large bed which was awash in a sea of silks, furs, and red curtains. The transverse spars before mentioned were as slippery as ice; and the hollows between them were filled ankle-deep with water.
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