\"I’ve never been to any of Lincoln’s dances. “But why, Lucy? Who is it 145 that you are trying to hide from? John?” Lucy closed her eyes in earnest. She started at the falling of a leaf, at the lumbering of a cow through the hedge. But come in, dear. In this screen, which masked the entrance of a dark passage communicating with the Condemned Hold, about five feet from the ground, was a hatch, protected by long spikes set six inches apart, and each of the thickness of an elephant's tusk.
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