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The father was a madman. Wanton! Had I been one, even God would have forgiven me, understanding. Lady Trafford uttered a prolonged scream, and fainted. “You know of no one likely to have had a grudge against this man?” he asked. Opening the door, he found it littered with straw, on which he threw himself, and instantly fell asleep. She knew now that he never would. The walls are too high, and the windows too stoutly barricaded in this quarter, to admit such a supposition. That can be very useful, that.
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