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. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. Light flooded the uncarpeted chamber, revealing the decayed state of the place.
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