There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. She held it down with the poker, looking nervously over her shoulder. And, thrusting a piece of iron into his mouth, he forced him out of the room. I've just left your nephew.
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