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"This suspense is worse than torture. " By another—the no less facetious Ned Ward—it was termed, "A costly college for a crack-brained society, raised in a mad age, when the chiefs of the city were in a great danger of losing their senses, and so contrived it the more noble for their own reception; or they would never have flung away so much money to so foolish a purpose. They will find me dead, yes. Home!— which I never hoped to see again. It isn’t. The aunt laughed. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. He was an old, skilled vampire. “Who tied this scarf here?” he asked, looking up. In the end, resolution triumphed, as it was sure to do, over the weaker emotions, and he laughed at his fears. It presented a cleanshaven face with a large Corinthian nose, hair tremendously waving off the forehead and more chin and neck than is good for a man. So it does.
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