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"Poor Mrs. " So saying, she planted herself between Jack and the turnkey. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. She lifted her shoulders in an eloquent shrug. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. In the general survey of the prison, taken in the preceding chapter, but little was said of the Lodge.
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