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" "There's but one way of clearing it, your worship," said the Master, archly. “I never saw Courtlaw with her—never heard her speak of him. Covering his face with a crape mask, and taking the candle from his associate, Jack entered the room; and, pistol in hand, stepped up to the bed, and approached the light to the eyes of the sleepers. ‘I do not know of whom you speak. ” “Not yet,” he said. “Anything is better than this—this stifled life down here. Whatever anticipation Ann Veronica had formed of this vanished in the reality.
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