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I have a weapon—a knife—and if you attempt to open the door, will plunge it to my heart. The oblique ruddy lighting distorted them oddly, made queer bars and patches of shadow upon their clothes. She formed a wild resolution, and, lest she should waver from it, she set about at once to realize it.
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