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The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. Be so good as to let me pass, sir,” she added, looking her obstructor steadily in the face. Then, as she was in the act of turning reluctantly away, she noticed a thin crack between the door and the frame. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying. The door was locked; but, with the bars of iron, it was speedily burst open.
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