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Miss Bartlett, in her room, fastened the window-shutters and locked the door, and then made a tour of the apartment to see where the cupboards led, and whether there were any oubliettes or secret entrances.
"Yes; a rat, Sahib," answered Ram Dass, also whispering.
It was remarkable; but, the taste of Saint Antoine seemed to be decidedly opposed to a rose on the head-dress of Madame Defarge.
"Thank you, Charlotte," said Lucy, and pondered over the offer.