"Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. "She may yet be saved. What is there?” “Tristan. ’ She sighed. Mrs. I don’t classify. He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the preparation-room.
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