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A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars. She tugged at my coat and said, ‘I know of the blue-eyed maid. ‘Well she does,’ insisted Miss Froxfield impenitently, and turned to Gerald. “But,” he said, “you do not blame me altogether?” She rose to her feet.
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