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‘Your mystery lady, I mean. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains. Instead, he could not get beyond these minor details—why she wore the dress, whence she had come, and whither she was bound. I can't give you my hand; but you may take it.
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