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Do you recall the night she showed you the face in the locket? Do you remember how she said—'If only my mother had lived'? Did you ever see anything more tender or beautiful?" "I remember. No further responsibility whatever. It moved a trifle, stepping back and lifting an arm to rub the sleeve against the glass. Danger, in the form he apprehended, was lurking outside: nor was he destined to enjoy long repose. ’ ‘Just what I thought, miss.
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