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Lucy entered the house by picking the back door lock with the slim jim. They were only passers-by. On all hands Jack was cheered, and Jonathan hooted. She ran from the knave into the women’s quarters. Her cogitations were dissipated by a knock on the door. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect.
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