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" "As many as you please," replied Wood, walking towards the chimney-piece, and taking down a constable's, staff, which hung upon a nail. The trader you spoke about: he disliked your father, didn't he? Well, he probably played your father a horrible practical joke. ‘You’re not going to kill me this time. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image.
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