" "How?" exclaimed the other. There was a lock, apparently more than a foot wide, strongly plated, and girded to the door with thick iron hoops. But the whole set of some three or four shelves were of wood. "Then I presume you've not been arrested?" "I have not," answered Wood firmly. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. Sometimes I think I’ll miss them and I start to cry, but I’m ready to have a life of my own.
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