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"To your room, girl! " he cried in a hoarse, harsh voice, stepping in / between us and pointing authoritatively towards the house.
He waited until Gabriel, with a last frightened glance at me, had / passed through the gap, and then he turned upon me with an expression so / murderous that I stepped back a pace or two, and tightened my grasp upon / my oak stick.