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The door was too strong,
and too well secured, to break open,—the walls too thick: but the ceiling,—if he
could reach it—there, he doubted not, he could make an outlet. "
"Then you will stay!" she cried, clapping her hands joyfully, "for I'm sure he
won't part with you. Her mother had prepared her
for everything. He was helpful, but
gravely dubious. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. John’s
father brought down a violin from a high closet shelf. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and
sputtering firecrackers.
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