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A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured. There was some one there. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. If the creator drew a hero anything like himself, she would accept it as a sign that he did care a little. "With me?" said Thames. ” Ann Veronica walked as he indicated. " "Curse on, and welcome," jeered Wild.
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