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The burly jailer straightened his back hastily, his eyes wide as copper bells, staring fixedly at the young man in the cell, daring not let him have any further accidents.,There was no despair of dying for him, no desperation facing execution. Instead, there was only a sigh and an air of surprise.,He suddenly turned his head to look at the jailer: “At that time, did I die by banging my head against the wall”。