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Standing over the pierced Rhea, Lucy bayed, a long cry that was half-scream and half-howl. He then descended; and having induced Bess to take off some part of her clothing, he tore the gown and petticoat into shreds and twisted them into a sort of rope which he fastened to the lower bars of the window. He knew me, Nigel. He left the room, presumably to sleep elsewhere, but the only other room with a fire was the servant’s quarters.
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