Mr. "What do you mean?" cried Winifred in alarm. She found a clean sweatshirt and soft pajama pants, glad to trade the wet for the dry. "I am not, by Heaven!" replied Sheppard, firmly. And then the fetters, which were still upon his legs:—how was he to get rid of them? Tired and dispirited, he still wandered on. He looked at Hilary and nodded. His legs were dreadfully swelled; his hands bruised; and his fetters occasioned him intolerable pain.
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