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Section 3. Do you know, Ann Veronica, it is all a lie about your birth certificate; a forgery—and fooling at that. It was filled with sopping lichens and green benches too slimy to sit upon. The wretch you confide in has sworn to hang you. He wriggled underneath her heaving body, pinned like an insect. "See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently.
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