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‘Point it at me. Anna left the room on tiptoe. Nothing disheartened by this survey, Jack set to work upon the lock, which he attacked with all his implements;—now attempting to pick it with the nail;— now to wrench it off with the bar: but all without effect. As usual Brendon lit the candles, and Sydney dragged out the spiritlamp and set it going. Mr.
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