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"Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. They tracked the fugitive to the Mint; but, like hounds at fault, they here lost all scent of their prey. “I can survive on my own. ” Lucy wanted badly to believe her. "Where is he?" asked Jonathan. Earles said, rubbing his hands together, “by post. But for all that, it offered relief; his brain, stupefied by the fumes, grew dull, and conscience lost its edge to bite. The comparisons upon which she could draw were few and confusingly new, mixed with reality and the loose artistic conceptions of heroes in fiction. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry.
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