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"Look at these fetters," returned Thames, holding up his manacled wrists; "they were put on by my uncle's command. ” “Do you think he’ll come after you?” “Why would he do that? It has been three hundred 239 years. "Ruth!" She had gone to the door, aimlessly, without purpose. The movement was fatal to her son. “But we only aid the beccamorti by giving them our business! I refuse to pay exorbitant prices for wood coffins and burial for lesser servants who could just as easily be dragged into the pit! Let the dead bury the dead!” “You fool! It is the gross lack of sanitation you speak of that has brought us to this very end. ” She looked at her toes.
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