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"'Sdeath! do you trifle with me, sirrah?" cried Rowland fiercely. "Ah! what is that?" he cried, pointing to a dark object floating near them amid the boiling waves, and which presented a frightful resemblance to a human face. A paralyzing horror was upon her. It's a pity you wouldn't give me the prescription instead of the medicine, so I could have it filled nearer home. They were ingenious disguises of gilt paper destructively gummed, it would seem, to Ann Veronicas’ best dancing-slippers.
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