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The wretch you confide in has sworn to hang you. Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. H’m. Not the most stringent search, conducted all morning, turned up one solitary sheet.
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