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Stop it. They were the same. "Let me go," cried Winifred. Instead of which they walked sharply. A little within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes. "What's the matter with the man?" demanded Wild. ‘I can see why you lost your place, young Kimble.
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