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On this side a flight of wooden steps, protected by a hand-rail, led to a door opening upon the summit of the prison. She bent down. She was no longer a confederate in that. A chill ran through his frame, and, grasping the heavy weapon with which chance had provided him, prepared to strike down the first person who should enter the cell. This island was the one haven he had; he might be forced to remain here for several years—until the Hand had forgotten him. Will you forgive me—if I say no more?” She looked at him with perplexed, earnest eyes.
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