"Don't look at it, I entreat," she cried. “I cannot say more. Uttering a faint scream, she sank backwards, and would have fallen, if it had not been for the interposition of Blueskin, who, at that moment, staggered into the room with a candle in one hand, and the bottle in the other. Her head dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor.
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