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Wood was scarcely seated before Mr. “I have never seen him in my life,” she said to the official. The prison was two stories high, with a flat roof surmounted by a gilt vane fashioned like a key; and, possessing considerable internal accommodation, it had, in its day, lodged some thousands of disorderly personages. He would have to probe further. Glancing around his prison, he began to think it possible he might effect an escape from it. “Will he die?” she asked. "Were it not for that, he would indeed be a blessing and a comfort to me. ” Lucy spoke up, “We used to call that ‘playing the coquette’.
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