" In an angle of the Stone Hall was the Iron Hold, a chamber containing a vast assortment of fetters and handcuffs of all weights and sizes. Good riddance. "I am very wicked," she said. It was just as easy to pretend she was watching one when she was actually watching the other. She looked at the white ankle socks on her feet and was reminded simultaneously of her pajama outfit and the suitcase that still lay underneath the bed. But I do hope, Vee, I do hope—this is the end of these adventures.
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