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You are not going anywhere but to the Tredgold College. Old pupil. Still, I am curious. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. I want to get away—to go to London. He was speedily disarmed; and the rope and gag being found upon him, were exultingly turned against him by his conqueror, who, after pinioning his arms tightly behind his back, forced open his mouth with the iron, and effectually prevented the utterance of any further outcries.
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