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This—’ waving an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house. Pipes were lighted; and Mr. The momentary alarm over, he threw a piece of-wash leather over a bureau, so as to deaden the sound, and instantly broke it open with a small crowbar. He saw the flames burst from the windows, and perhaps in that maddening spectacle suffered torture equivalent to some of the crimes he had committed. Stanley.
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