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All was darkness, horror, confusion, ruin. "Come Bess,—no whimpering. ” Hill looked up at him, an unkempt, rough-looking object, with broken collar, tumbled hair, and the blood slowly dripping from his face. It was ten feet long, a relic. It seemed to make her sister downcast beyond any precedent.
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