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The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. “I am afraid that you are making a mistake. Think if your own mother was alive!” He paused, deeply moved. Your servant, Mr. We made sure it was just like Gwen. " With these words, he strode out of the room, darted down the stone stairs, and, on his arrival at the Lodge, seized the rope of the great bell communicating with the interior of the prison, which he rang violently.
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