’ ‘You’re going to break into the house? You’re mad. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. They broke open the entrance into Jonathan's store-room—plundered it of everything valuable—ransacked every closet, drawer, and secret hiding-place, and stripped them of their contents.
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