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Camp Laurence

           "’Tisshe!’criedCountGustave,andfellatherfeetinanecstasyofjoy.‘Oh,rise!’shesaid,extendingahandofmarblefairness.‘Never!TillyoutellmehowImayrescueyou,’sworetheknight,stillkneeling.‘Alas,mycruelfatecondemnsmetoremainheretillmytyrantisdestroyed.‘Whereisthevillain?’‘Inthemauvesalon.Go,braveheart,andsavemefromdespair.‘Iobey,andreturnvictoriousordead!’Withthesethrillingwordsherushedaway,andflingingopenthedoorofthemauvesalon,wasabouttoenter,whenhereceived..."

           "AstunningblowfromthebigGreeklexicon,whichanoldfellowinablackgownfiredathim,"saidNed."Instantly,SirWhat’s-his-namerecoveredhimself,pitchedthetyrantoutofthewindow,andturnedtojointhelady,victorious,butwithabumponhisbrow,foundthedoorlocked,toreupthecurtains,madearopeladder,gothalfwaydownwhentheladderbroke,andhewentheadfirstintothemoat,sixtyfeetbelow.Couldswimlikeaduck,paddledroundthecastletillhecametoalittledoorguardedbytwostoutfellows,knockedtheirheadstogethertilltheycrackedlikeacoupleofnuts,then,byatriflingexertionofhisprodigiousstrength,hesmashedinthedoor,wentupapairofstonestepscoveredwithdustafootthick,toadsasbigasyourfist,andspidersthatwouldfrightenyouintohysterics,MissMarch.Atthetopofthesestepshecameplumpuponasightthattookhisbreathawayandchilledhisblood...

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