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"Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. The Night-Cellar. My friend, I am only grieved that you of all others should have been so deceived. Supposing you take them and read them? You might be able to tell me why I felt disappointed. Look at this ring;—it's a diamond, and worth a mint o' money. I want to know more about her.
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