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"He would return my letters unopened or destroy them. "What of that," rejoined Jonathan. The Iron Bar 397 XVIII. " The prison bars of circumstance, they no longer encompassed her. "Oh!" she gasped. I spoke a thought aloud. Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare; this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote blast, took up the note of alarm. He had reacted by pushing her away, disgust and frustration on his face.
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