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Anna held out her hand, and he paused. “And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do? “I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better. She was afraid people would follow her, she was afraid of the dark, open doorways she passed, and afraid of the blazes of light; she was afraid to be alone, and she knew not what it was she feared. James Figg was the most perfect master of self-defence of his day. " Three persons only were left in the room. "Why did I want it under my pillow?" he asked. The recollection was too painful, and he burst into an agony of tears.
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