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“Stop this—this humbugging,” he explained. She crushed the letter in her hand. “Please not now. She approached a soft-looking bespectacled girl she had seen once in the halls and noticed for her haunted look. “I’d have to sneak out after everyone was asleep. He would pursue that little pastime on some other occasion. "Mother—dear mother!" said Jack, bursting into tears. Not far from the entrance, on the left, was a sort of screen, or partition-wall, reaching from the floor to the ceiling, formed of thick oaken planks riveted together by iron bolts, and studded with broad-headed nails. It was not the arrival of the guests, but merely the maid moving about in the hall. Why, that boy could hide for thirty years—without the girl.
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