If she kept on, would she make it out of the door? Then what? He could come after her before she could reach the secret passage. She blew on the hand cannon and grabbed her bag of gunpowder. Lucy stood relieved that she had not messed up the solo. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose. She cried and sobbed in fits. "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. What marriage really meant (aside from the idea of escape), Ruth had not the least conception, no more than a child. Fancy, as they say hereabouts!" What had aroused this open-air monologue was a small tin sign in a window.
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