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Katy had sneered at her for a moment, their eyes locking. The struggles of the wounded man were desperate—so desperate, that in his agony he overset the table, and, in the confusion, tore off the cloth, and disclosed a face horribly mutilated, and streaming with blood. It is not, my dear Veronica, that I think there is any harm in you; there is not. .
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