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Sadly, the Christmas break came to an end. “She can’t. “How are ya, buddy? Good job at the concert. Before he forced an entrance, Jack tried it, and, to his great surprise and delight, found it unfastened. ‘Comment? This is not a mirror!’ It was a portrait. Take my word for it, your troubles are over. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its present inmate. The wards on the right were occupied by male patients, on the left by the female. People running, screaming, hiding.
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