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More importantly, she had her wits. There was a lock, apparently more than a foot wide, strongly plated, and girded to the door with thick iron hoops. The dress came to her only too manifestly unwashed from its former wearer; even the under-linen they gave her seemed unclean. “How do you know—why do you think that my name is Anna?” He smiled in a quietly superior way. For freedom at least. What was the alternative to going home? No alternative appeared in that darkness. It filled her with indefinable fear.
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