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” “Give me your blessing? I didn’t ask for it. “Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation,” she said, smiling. But her great-aunt was nodding, as if this was what she had expected. Pure luck! If the boy had grown a moustache or a beard, a needle in the haystack would have been soft work. "Ah, I see it all!" he cried, with a quick glance. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its present inmate.
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