230 Rhea sprang, teeth flashing. "The door!—the door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am unarmed. The thought of you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old heart to pieces! For I knew you. Given the proper incentive, who could say that he might not likewise go nobly to some fine end? She thrilled. I cut off her limbs so that she would not escape. . “Perhaps,” he said, “I have been to blame.
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