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"Yes, my angel, to her—rest her soul! She extorted it from me, and bound me by a solemn oath to fulfil it. ’ The expression on Emile Gosse’s face was vicious under the smile. A chill ran through his frame, and, grasping the heavy weapon with which chance had provided him, prepared to strike down the first person who should enter the cell. “Martin, I don’t know what to say.
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