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His name was Marvel, and his avocation, which was as repulsive as his looks, was that of public executioner. “I”—he seemed to have a difficulty with the word—“I love you. Glancing at the finger-post over the cage, which has been described as situated at the outskirts of the village, and seeing no directions to Dollis Hill, he made fresh inquiries as to where it lay, from an elderly man, who was standing with another countryman near the little prison. There was no point in rushing into the long walk home. “So it’s like you’re a dead end?” He asked innocently.
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