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Remember, in your story—look at it, scattered everywhere!—that line? We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery. 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. “I feel shabby and disgraced. Only your horror of a grandfather insisted on coming with me, so I had to wait for him to be ready and travel at his pace. About noon, next day, he was able to move; and the gale having abated, he set out homewards with his little charge.
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