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She chastised herself for thinking of her husband and lord as being weak. I got a rusty bolt cutter. “No, I must have had hope lurking somewhere too. Once more he was the searcher. Nothing disheartened by this survey, Jack set to work upon the lock, which he attacked with all his implements;—now attempting to pick it with the nail;— now to wrench it off with the bar: but all without effect. She saw her aunt in tears, her father white-faced and hard hit. She mewed weakly, “Sebastian? What have you done? Where is Gianfrancesco? Did you kill him?” He crossed his arms.
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