Please don’t tell anyone, mister. Taking up a couple of large stones which lay near, Jack tried to beat the round basils of the fetters into an oval form, so as to enable him to slip his heels through them. So, bloody but unbeaten, weak and spent but undaunted, he waited for the Wastrel to spring up. When the paroxysm passed, he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support. If only one might open the shutters and let in the light.
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