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I have a weapon—a knife—and if you attempt to open the door, will plunge it to my heart. " She showed him the locket; and he studied the face. I should have known at a glance if it was. “Did you see who that was?” he asked in a low tone. ‘Very useful, of course. . She was a woman now to the tips of her fingers; she had said good-bye to her girlhood in the old garden four years and a quarter ago. She was quite oblivious to the sensation she had created. Above was a spacious hall, connected with it by a flight of stone steps, at the further end of which stood an immense grated door, called in the slang of the place "The Jigger," through the bars of which the felons in the upper wards were allowed to converse with their friends, or if they wished to enter the room, or join the revellers below, they were at liberty to do so, on payment of a small fine.
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