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‘I am not a murderer. Arrived there, the porter thundered at the massive door of the Lodge, which was instantly opened—Shotbolt's note having been received just before. This employment seemed to afford him the highest satisfaction; for a diabolical grin—it cannot be called a smile—played upon his face all the time he was engaged in it. And, if I'd my own way, I'd drown 'em all like a litter o' puppies. Despite him, it was the beauty that she had inherited from her mother they had used to gain the betrothal, and it had not been easy. The man lingered.
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