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If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. \"Hey, don't be a stranger, Lucy. A chain, riveted to an iron belt encircling her waist, bound her to the wall. As soon as he was certain he should be disturbed no more, Jack set to work, and with the aid of the file in less than an hour had freed himself from his fetters. It feels like too much gold-dust clutched in one’s hand. In the middle there was a gate. . “Why on earth did you TELL me?” he cried. A sinister thought edged in. There was now no honest way of warning Taber that the net had been drawn. Tonight Lucy doled out outré physiological theories of boys and their overactive hormones. She was perfectly aware that the boy had gotten some sort of bug in his craw over her despite her sloppy, strange appearance. He had invited himself to dine with her merely to watch her table manners. CHAPTER III.
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