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[1] “Why there’s John at the door! [2] It is no use, young man, you can’t open it! [3] How he does call and pound! [4] Now he’s crying for an axe. [5] It would be a shame to break down that beautiful door! [6] ‘John dear!’ said I in the gentlest voice, ‘the key is down by the front steps, under a plantain leaf!’ [7] That silenced him for a few moments. [8] Then he said very quietly indeed, ‘Open the door, my darling!’ [9] ‘I can’t,’ said I. ‘The key is down by the front door under a plantain leaf!’ [10] And then I said it again, several times, very gently and slowly, and said it so often that he had to go and see, and he got it of course, and came in. He stopped short by the door. [11] ‘What is the matter?’ he cried. ‘For God’s sake, what are you doing!’ [12] I kept on creeping just the same, but I looked at him over my shoulder. [13] ‘I’ve got out at last,’ said I, ‘in spite of you and Jane. And I’ve pulled off most of the paper, so you can’t put me back!’ [14] “Now why should that man have fainted?
Approximate Word count = 816
Approximate Pages = 3.3
(250 words per page double spaced)
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