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Chapter XIX
“THIS IS NOT THE END”
“I said some afternoon,” she remarked, throwing open her warm coat, and taking
off her gloves, “but I certainly did not mean to-day. He
saw his father, calling to him from an icy white tunnel,
beckoning to him. They
seemed to her that morning to be all armed with nets and prepared to throw them
over her directly her movements became in any manner truly free. You don’t understand, Lucy,
they just aren’t like that. The clanking of chains, the
grating of locks, and the rumbling of bolts must have been music in Jonathan's
ears, so much pains did he take to subject himself to such sounds. "
"Farewell, Jack," cried twenty voices. ”
“Strongly,” said Mr.
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