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Mrs. “Looks like old times here, I see. “My dear friend,” she laughed, “not so tragic, if you please. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars. The ruffian caught hold of her hair, and held her fast. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. I do not know if I will have to escape quickly once more.
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