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‘How in God’s name did the wretched fellow get in then?’ ‘Dug a tunnel?’ suggested Gerald, halting next to a pair of French windows at the front. “Generally gets here about seven. "May come!—it will come!—it shall come!" cried the carpenter, shaking his hand menacingly at him. He felt no pain from this cowardly kick. She had never expected John capable of saying such things, of thinking such macabre ideas. This he accomplished by holding the chain that connected them firmly between his teeth, and squeezing his fingers as closely together as possible, succeeded in drawing his wrists through the manacles.
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