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He called to the other attendant, who held the torch. Wood scarcely knew where he was. The clever hostess having let fall that several distinguished guests from France would be present, the world had flocked to her doors to catch, like the gossip-hungry vultures they were, a glimpse of them. Accordingly, he began to retrace his steps, and pursuing the course he had recently taken, scaling the two towers, and passing along the wall of the prison, he descended by means of the door upon the Lower Leads. “I SAY!” said Mr. ‘You, soldiers,’ she yelled. "Quilt!—Mendez!—Where are you?" vociferated Wild, sounding his whistle for the third time.
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