"Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. A slight cough uttered by Jonathan at the moment awakened the echoes of the place, and was returned in hollow reverberations. . "But trifle with mo no longer. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand.
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