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“She found my collection of witchcraft books under my bed and threw them away. It had been a trying day. The next moment, an exclamation was heard in the voice of Thames. He left the room, presumably to sleep elsewhere, but the only other room with a fire was the servant’s quarters. When Claude Du Val was in Newgate thrown, He carved his name on the dungeon stone; Quoth a dubsman, who gazed on the shattered wall, "You have carved your epitaph, Claude Du Val, With your chisel so fine, tra la!" "This S wants a little deepening," mused the apprentice, retouching the letter in question; "ay, that's better. They turned off at Glen Grove, a sleepy town of less than two hundred.
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