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“A lady, Dunster. The struggles of the wounded man were desperate—so desperate, that in his agony he overset the table, and, in the confusion, tore off the cloth, and disclosed a face horribly mutilated, and streaming with blood. I snatched it up, pointed it blindly at him, and fired. Where is Father Spencer? I must have absolution. She had looked forward to an explanation.
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