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“You’ll be there, right?” She asked, hearing his breathing audibly jump. " With these words, he strode out of the room, darted down the stone stairs, and, on his arrival at the Lodge, seized the rope of the great bell communicating with the interior of the prison, which he rang violently. Fatigued by his previous exertions, and incumbered by his fetters, he was by no means—though ordinarily remarkably swift of foot—a match for his foes, who were fast gaining upon him. There was some justification for her annoyance, for negotiation of the secret passage demanded either a stout heart, or a desperate one. “How could it not have hurt?” His analytical side started putting in overtime.
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