Once she had asked him: "Are you my father?" He had answered: "I am. This done, he unloosed the pulley, and the ponderous machine, which resembled a trough, slowly descended upon the prisoner's breast. Something unpardonable is laid to my charge. I suppose I believe in God. Out of all this we have struck a sort of harmony.
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