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‘Come, cry a truce. Evidently in the flower of his age, he was scarcely less remarkable for symmetry of person than for comeliness of feature; and, though his attire was plain and unpretending, it was such as could be worn only by one belonging to the higher ranks of society. Lucy heard a stir, but if Dawn Plote were to arise and come into the room, it could only mean two murders tonight. His large, coarse lips drew wider apart.
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