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Updated: September 8, 2025

But the light this gave only served to impress on us what the falling bars and the rising sound of voices outside had already told us that we were outwitted! We were prisoners. The room in which we stood, looking foolishly at one another, was a great barn-like chamber, with small windows high in the unplaistered walls.

Stanley John Weyman - From the Memoirs of a Minister of France