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She was sitting on the mean straw mattress that was placed on the iron bedstead in the makeshift cell, while Melusine stood with her back to the door, confronting her old nurse with the truth. The only difference between the officers of Newgate and their brethren was, that they had enormous bunches of keys at their girdles, while the latter had left their keys at home. While waiting for his coming she had stated her present and future relations with him with what had seemed to her the most satisfactory lucidity and completeness. “Did your foster dads ever try to molest you?” “Of course they did, John. Promise me that you’ll contact the police if she ever calls you on the phone, or worse, shows up at your school. “Why?” he asked, suavely. Ben had scarcely adjusted his oars, when the gleam of a lantern was seen moving towards the bank. The house became joyous again with the talk of babies and wedding festivities.
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