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And, while the turnkey was busy with the keys, she whispered to the black, "Follow him, Caliban. You simply can't get good oil down there, so I must husband the few drams I carry. I sha'n't utter a word. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend.
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