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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. I must not let you go again. The light fell upon the fugitive, who stood before him in an attitude of defence, with the child in his arms. "Drink this," cried Jonathan, handing her the cup. "What shall I do? If I persist, I shall destroy her. When he left these premises, three years ago, I took them from him; or rather—to deal frankly with you,—he placed me in them rent-free, for, I'm not ashamed to confess it, I've had losses, and heavy ones; and, if it hadn't been for him, I don't know where I should have been.
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