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"
The
door
is
locked
.
"
"
They
may
tell
us
to
open
it
.
"
"
They
may
if
they
like
,
but
we
will
not
.
"
"
You
are
a
perfect
Amazon
,
Eugenie
!
"
And
the
two
young
girls
began
to
heap
into
a
trunk
all
the
things
they
thought
they
should
require
.
"
There
now
,
"
said
Eugenie
,
"
while
I
change
my
costume
do
you
lock
the
portmanteau
.
"
Louise
pressed
with
all
the
strength
of
her
little
hands
on
the
top
of
the
portmanteau
.
"
But
I
can
not
,
"
said
she
;
"
I
am
not
strong
enough
;
do
you
shut
it
.
"
"
Ah
,
you
do
well
to
ask
,
"
said
Eugenie
,
laughing
;
"
I
forgot
that
I
was
Hercules
,
and
you
only
the
pale
Omphale
!
"
And
the
young
girl
,
kneeling
on
the
top
,
pressed
the
two
parts
of
the
portmanteau
together
,
and
Mademoiselle
d'Armilly
passed
the
bolt
of
the
padlock
through
.
When
this
was
done
,
Eugenie
opened
a
drawer
,
of
which
she
kept
the
key
,
and
took
from
it
a
wadded
violet
silk
travelling
cloak
.
"
Here
,
"
said
she
,
"
you
see
I
have
thought
of
everything
;
with
this
cloak
you
will
not
be
cold
.
"
"
But
you
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
am
never
cold
,
you
know
!
Besides
,
with
these
men
's
clothes
"
--
"
Will
you
dress
here
?
"
"
Certainly
.
"
