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"
A
roaring
,
raging
bully
!
"
"
That
's
done
it
!
Stool
of
penance
!
"
said
he
.
To
my
amazement
he
stooped
,
picked
her
up
,
and
placed
her
sitting
upon
a
high
pedestal
of
black
marble
in
the
angle
of
the
hall
.
It
was
at
least
seven
feet
high
,
and
so
thin
that
she
could
hardly
balance
upon
it
.
A
more
absurd
object
than
she
presented
cocked
up
there
with
her
face
convulsed
with
anger
,
her
feet
dangling
,
and
her
body
rigid
for
fear
of
an
upset
,
I
could
not
imagine
.
"
Let
me
down
!
"
she
wailed
.
"
Say
'
please
.
'
"
"
You
brute
,
George
!
Let
me
down
this
instant
!
"
"
Come
into
the
study
,
Mr.
Malone
.
"
"
Really
,
sir
--
--
!
"
said
I
,
looking
at
the
lady
.
"
Here
's
Mr.
Malone
pleading
for
you
,
Jessie
.
Say
'
please
,
'
and
down
you
come
.
"
"
Oh
,
you
brute
!
Please
!
please
!
"
