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"Souls," she answered, drily. I’ve made an ally of her champion. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose. ” Her first upward glance was one of terrified apprehension. The prison gates were besieged like the entrance of a booth at a fair; and the Condemned Hold where he was confined, and to which visitors were admitted at the moderate rate of a guinea a-head, had quite the appearance of a showroom. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. So many things she saw that her interest stumbled rather than leaped from object to object. I never hunt the human tiger without being armed.
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