“What’s going on with you?” John asked inquisitively, looking down at her abdomen. “This is my way back to my side of the Park,” she said. The aunt laughed. If you ask me, you’ll have to beat her regularly if you don’t want to live a dog’s life. Still, he was puzzled because McClintock had not spoken. The walls were of immense thickness; the small windows double-grated and unglazed; the fire-place was without a grate; and a barrack-bed, divided into two compartments, occupied one corner.
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