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Closing the door, Jonathan next produced his
lantern, and, hastening towards the window, undrew a bolt by which it was
fastened. Swiftly she ran her hands over the
carvings, trying to find the lever to the secret panel again. If a
cart were coming, or those labourers in the field had heard, escape was
impossible. Even Lucy’s bra and
panties, the ubiquitous polyester underwire and matching
cotton bikini briefs from Kmart, were gone. He glanced at it, and saw the
bloodied blade. “Who is the tenant of these rooms?” he inquired. She had made her first fight for dignity and freedom
as a grown-up and independent Person, and this was how the universe had
treated her.
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