The walls are too high, and the windows too stoutly barricaded in this quarter, to admit such a supposition. I could see his little animal brain churning away, inventing plans for me, formulating his revenge. Oh, what’s his name? It’s on the tip of my tongue. Nobody could possibly find him now.
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