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I felt as though I had bandaged eyes. "Heaven be praised, I am not the son of a nobleman. She did not wait, but grabbed up the lantern and slid into the passage, calling to them to hurry. Spare him!—pity me!" With this she arose, and, taking up the infant, was about to proceed down stairs, when she was alarmed by hearing the street-door opened, and the sound of heavy footsteps entering the house. It’s like this: You want freedom.

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