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"Then I'll have it before to-morrow morning," said the keeper of the New Prison, to himself. Just as the attendants were preparing to lower the corpse into the earth, Jack fell on his knees beside the coffin, uttering the wildest exclamations of grief, reproaching himself with the murder of his mother, and invoking the vengeance of Heaven on his own head. ’ His head came thrusting out at Melusine like a belligerent tortoise from its shell. "Your sister is dead," said he, in a deep whisper. " "More blood! more blood!" cried Trenchard, passing his hand with agony across his brow. He spent the remainder of the afternoon looking for a friend whom he found at last in the billiard room of one of the smaller clubs to which he belonged.
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