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His hand went to his pocket and extracted a neat silver-mounted pistol. “All right so far,” she said to herself. She missed them already. The hansom drove off. By policemen one mustn’t shock. This salute of his—actually the first she could remember—while it did not disturb her, began to lead her thoughts into new channels of speculation. “MY DEAR FATHER,” she wrote,—“I have been thinking hard about everything since I was sent to this prison. I used to go by the name Lucy Iovelli, which was my natural father’s surname.
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