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Lucy complied, slipping the tight jeans over her white underwear. One glance through the window at that picturesque head had been sufficient. Why not? Imagine I’ve had a fit of hysteria—and that I’ve come round. She was supposed to be reading at home, and after breakfast she strolled into the vegetable garden, and having taken up a position upon the staging of a disused greenhouse that had the double advantage of being hidden from the windows of the house and secure from the sudden appearance of any one, she resumed the reading of Mr. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. I have scarcely recovered from the shock of hearing of your condemnation, when I behold you free!" "Not two hours since," rejoined Jack, "I was chained down in the Condemned Hold in Newgate.
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