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The door was too strong, and too well secured, to break open,—the walls too thick: but the ceiling,—if he could reach it—there, he doubted not, he could make an outlet. But while there's life there's hope. With a cry of triumph, he rose, the sword hilt grasped in his fingers, the point swishing up towards her. One thing may be a necessary collateral of the others. I want you. Sulphurous poisons assaulted her nostrils as she threw the stone to one side of its resting place.
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