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"Ah! you are there, my dear young lady," said the widow, smiling faintly; "when I first waken, I'm always in dread of finding myself again in that horrible asylum. "The door!—the door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am unarmed. I should like Mr. Never had he corrected her with hand or whip, the ring in his voice had always been sufficient to cower her. Quilt was not long in following his example.
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