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Beethoven; he’s the best of them. . Yet she held her tongue. And shall their wretched offspring live to blight my hopes, and blast my fame? Never!" And, with these words, he grasped Wood by the throat, and, despite his resistance, dragged him to the very verge of the platform. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. ” A dull flush burned upon his cheeks.
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