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He disappeared into its thick doors like a magician’s rabbit. On Sunday, he was conveyed to the chapel, through which he had passed on the occasion of his great escape, and once more took his seat in the Condemned Pew. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. Heard of your last escape. But, I'll expose him. And a time will come, Veronica, mark my words, a time will come when you will bless me for my firmness to-night. There was no rush.
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