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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. As soon as he had read it, he let it fall from his grasp. ” He referred to a sheet of paper by his side. She formed a wild resolution, and, lest she should waver from it, she set about at once to realize it. He put it carefully aside, resolved to defer the attempt till night. ’ The lady stamped her foot. . "Ah!" he exclaimed, "a letter, beginning 'dearest Aliva,'—that's your mother's name, Thames.
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