Lucy cringed, her eyes widening. Mr. Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window. The winters were terrible in cold climates, and she often had been driven to dig herself large underground pits where she waited it out like a mole in the cold months. She flew up from her stool and faced the door. "I mean what I say," replied Jonathan. It was not a hard face, but it was resolute. Beyond the hatch, an angle, formed by a projection in the wall of some three or four feet, served to hide a door conducting to the interior of the prison.
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