It clicked and the bookshelf was once more intact. Perhaps she was. “No, the only person I told before tonight was my mother and father. Perhaps my wife has already prepared you for what I wish to say. Aha!" he continued, producing a short silver staff, which he carried constantly about with him, and uttering a terrible imprecation, "I see you're confounded. The material cares of life hang about your neck like a millstone. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. Mr.
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