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” “Then condemn me to Hell. ‘It is all the fault of that lantern. ‘Well, that depends. The crown has passed from the brow of one monarch to that of another. "I can't say I do," replied Wood. "Poor thing!" muttered he, as the widow departed on her errand, "she's seen better days and better circumstances than she'll ever see again, I'm sure. But with the skill of a fencer he met the blow and broke it, seizing the wrist. I'm almost sorry your suspicions are unfounded, if your father in any way resembled you, my youngster. I feel that I shall stifle unless I can do something—and do something soon.
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