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Lucia confined herself to her quarters, wondering when they would flee to the country as so many other houses had done. She stood 218 there, broken bottle still in hand. But the great point was still unaccomplished. A chill ran through his frame, and, grasping the heavy weapon with which chance had provided him, prepared to strike down the first person who should enter the cell. "Flight is still left me," replied Trenchard. Profligate women are never reclaimed. .
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