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It was the very spot from which his poor mother had gazed after her vain attempt to rescue him at the Mint; but, though he was ignorant of this, her image was alone present to him. She pushed. With a cry of distress, she dropped the pistol and flew after him, racing past him to the door. The costume of this personage was somewhat singular, and might have passed for a masquerading habit, had not the imperturbable gravity of his demeanour forbidden any such supposition. The door popped open with a sigh. The subterranean level of the Diedermayer house was fully bedecked with every luxury known to mankind.
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