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Now keep still. For nearly thirty years he had lived here in contented loneliness; then youth had to come and fill him with discontent. "Hell-hounds!" he cried; "release me!" At the same moment, Quilt Arnold rushed forward with such haste, that, stumbling over William Morgan, he precipitated him into the grave. The figure of the girl upon it in plain black dress, standing with her hands behind her, was an undeniable and astonishing likeness of herself. He rambled in an unfortunate monotone, the result of his innate fear of public speaking. But in that case, why the raging jealousy about Madame having taken her place.
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