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...with the dismal days and nights he had passed there—he had one of these little sticks in his hand, and, with a rusty nail, he was etching another day...the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye toward the door, then cast it down—shook his head, and went on (2) with his work of affliction. I...

...and nights he had passed there : he had one of these little sticks in his hand, and with a rusty nail was etching another day of misery to add to the heap....his head, and went on with his work of affliction." The foregoing observations may account, in part, for the effect which exhibitions of fictitious distress...

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...corner of his dungeon, which was alternately his chair and bed. A little calendar of small sticks was laid at the head, notched all over with the dismal...down, shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction;—I heard his chains upon his legs as he turned his body to lay his little stick upon the...

...with the dismal days and nights he had passed there—he had one of those little sticks in his hand, and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of...lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door, then cast it down—shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction. I heard his chains upon his legs, as...