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With a small saw, conveyed to me a few days since by Thames Darrell, which I contrived to conceal upon my person, I removed a spike in the hatch, and, with the aid of some other friends, worked my way out. Why did he imagine she was making this journey to England? She feigned interest. Books; an inexplicable hunger to be satisfied. I thought it would be magnificent to have a great house in Paris, and more money than any other woman. I did what I could to comfort her but she died in terrible pain. I don’t know if I express myself clearly. Ann Veronica ignored her friend’s confusion.
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