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"You've given me more than the amount, Sir Rowland," he said, after he had twice counted them, "or I've missed my reckoning. “For I know that you love Ennison. ‘I would read your body,’ he whispered, and lifted her fingers to his lips. White caught her eye, and smiled benignly down the table. He has hanged twelve of his associates already. "You must not remain here," he said. " "And I trust you will never have occasion to weep again, my poor soul," replied Wood, setting down his lantern, and brushing a few drops from his eyes, "unless it be tears of joy. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls.
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