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Winifred screamed. She reached for the door handle. No means were neglected to accomplish this end. It had gone with the rest. “I’d run away with you in a heartbeat. 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. Just what in the world was that about? Before he could hazard a guess, Lucy looked back at him. His brain reeled. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. What a treat to see all the old tabbies taken at fault for once!’ ‘You are a dreadful child,’ scolded Mrs Sindlesham, with which Melusine could not but agree, despite the dimple rioting in her great-aunt’s cheek.
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