The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. Mike sat down, his body too large for the petite blue couch. The door was too strong, and too well secured, to break open,—the walls too thick: but the ceiling,—if he could reach it—there, he doubted not, he could make an outlet. I want my freedom.
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