272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. But Jack was too well versed in the geography of the place to attempt either of them. You did not see me, I know. ” Anna lifted her hand and pushed open the trap door. And then the fetters, which were still upon his legs:—how was he to get rid of them? Tired and dispirited, he still wandered on. In one angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with a rusty grate and broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort of box, contrived between the wall and the boards, that looked like an apology for a cupboard. "Where did you find it!" asked Wood.
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