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It was finished by the end of that year, each character having asserted itself pronouncedly in my imagination. The condition of the rooms was indescribably filthy and disgusting; nor were the habits of the occupants much more cleanly. Spurling was no longer allowed to visit him; he was again loaded with irons; fastened by an enormous horse-padlock to a staple in the floor; and only allowed to take repose in a chair. But his lips were honourlocked. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. I don’t want you to be sad.
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