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John moved closer to her, getting up from his roost by one bench, he joined her at the bench where she sat. “You underestimate your own sickness, and the ill humors that struck you may strike again. ‘I’m not going to arrest you, young Jack—yet. In a few seconds, the shutter flew open,—then the window,—and they were in the room. And now you know. It was a haunted place. On the groundfloor the shutters were closed, or, to speak more correctly, altogether nailed up, and presented a very singular appearance, being patched all over with the soles of old shoes, rusty hobnails, and bits of iron hoops, the ingenious device of the former occupant of the apartment, Paul Groves, the cobbler, to whom we have before alluded.
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