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Suddenly remembering Kimble, her heart thudded with excitement. “It is a night of endings,” she murmured to herself. She seized the key, and he grasped her hand and squeezed it roughly and painfully between the handle and the ward as she tried to turn it. The prostitute’s attack was predictable, typical. A young man with shiny frock coat and very high collar, advanced towards her languidly. ‘If the boy had sense enough to send word to Gerald as he was told to do, then God be praised!’ ‘Parbleu,’ broke from Melusine, as she turned on him instead. Along the floor ran an iron bar to which Jack's chain was attached, so that he could move along it from one end of the chamber to the other.
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