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I hear the sound of his horse's feet in the yard. “And so you have been thinking?” her father began, quoting her letter and looking over his slanting glasses at her. This island was the one haven he had; he might be forced to remain here for several years—until the Hand had forgotten him. From the freshness of the stains, which grew more frequent as they approached the adjoining chamber, it was evident some violence had been recently perpetrated, and the carpenter's own blood froze within his veins as he thought, with a thrill of horror, that, perhaps on this very spot, not many minutes before his arrival, his adopted son might have been inhumanly butchered.
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