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Her fingers clutched the side of the door as though to steady herself. Lucy’s bright tones pursued her. Amid a litter of nails without heads, screws without worms, and locks without wards, lay a glue-pot and an oilstone, two articles which their owner was wont to term "his right hand and his left. He grabbed her legs and threw the covers from the bed. "You are my prisoner. I have suffered too much from your treachery. "You will act most in accordance with her wishes, could she dictate them, by compliance. Capes?” she heard her aunt saying.
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