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The picturesque scoundrel had the true gift; and Spurlock was filled with pity at the thought of such genius gone to pot. “Yes, I believe he is. But, let's see the prisoner. From the freshness of the stains, which grew more frequent as they approached the adjoining chamber, it was evident some violence had been recently perpetrated, and the carpenter's own blood froze within his veins as he thought, with a thrill of horror, that, perhaps on this very spot, not many minutes before his arrival, his adopted son might have been inhumanly butchered. Down on me luck, I was, and they took me in. “My first love was all blundering,” said Capes. They were only passers-by.
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