She dropped the locket into its sweet hiding place. “I cut off his right hand pinky with his own rusty bolt cutter. Before a word could be said, however, a slight noise was heard in the chimney, and Jack with his irons on descended from it. "Wretch!" she cried, "you shall not force me to your hateful purpose. She moved a little nearer to him. ” He said. She became more assertive, more defiant.
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