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It was locked. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. I must have this beast brought to London with me, that is seen. Startled by this circumstance, he looked around, and perceived that the trap-door,—which has been mentioned as communicating with a secret staircase,—was open. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. That was one of the compensations for having consigned himself to this part of the world.
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