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On reflection, it occurred to him that he might, perhaps, be able to loosen the iron fillet; a notion no sooner conceived than executed. She doesn't love you; she hasn't the least idea what it means beyond what she has read in novels. "I haven't worn anything else in weeks. Indeed I must. “I don’t think she quite sees the harm of those people or the sort of life to which they would draw her,” she said. How she had hated it!… All these mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot. So strongly was he impressed with this idea, that grasping the iron bar with both hands, he dashed it furiously against the door, making the passage echo with the blows. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly.
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