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She awoke and found herself home amid a pile of three bodies, one of which she recognized as a former denizen of the household. I was sorry for what I did afterwards; for, I don't know why, but, poor, lady! with her pale face, and black eyes, she reminded me of my mother. What a mercy that the blow aimed at her by the ruffian, Wild, though it brought her to the brink of the grave, should have restored her to reason! Ah! she stirs. ‘Never mind that now. "He thwarted my schemes twice. ‘Whither away, mademoiselle?’ he said grimly, ungently grasping her arm above the elbow. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary.
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