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You are my slave—and such you shall continue. She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. ‘Ah, bah, it is enough,’ she cried, and turning, ran out of the room. . When the turnkey, next morning, stepp'd into his room, The sight of the hole in the wall struck him dumb; The sheriff's black bracelets lay strewn on the ground, But the lad that had worn 'em could nowhere be found. He did not play golf, but took his exercise on horseback, which was also unsympathetic.
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