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3. "Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from my couch—the father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!—the mother with her wringing hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!—And must another be added to their number—their son! Horror!—let me be spared this new crime! And yet the gibbet—my name tarnished—my escutcheon blotted by the hangman!—No, I cannot submit to that. “I believe that you are right,” he said softly. The man who sat behind a pigeon-hole, and regulated the comings and goings, was for a moment absent. On the same peg and evidently belonging to it was a black velvet Zouave jacket. I know you.

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