Her father intercepted her, and for a moment she and he struggled with their hands upon the latch. ’ Miss Froxfield intervened quickly as her betrothed showed signs of erupting again. There he paused again, half turning his back and pretending to look for someone among the soldiers on the benches. He felt her observance and warmed to it. There was a lock, apparently more than a foot wide, strongly plated, and girded to the door with thick iron hoops. "She has fallen into the villain's hands.
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