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" The woollen-draper made no answer, but hastily starting up, bolted the door. I saw the metal box a hundred times, but I never thought of opening it until the day I fled. Before he could return, Jack had made good his retreat; and, wandering about the lanes and hedges, kept out of sight as much as possible. “Do you hear!” she said “whatever you are, wherever you are! I will not be slave to the thought of any man, slave to the customs of any time.
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