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I cannot explain beyond that. Ennison listened, and his eyes glowed. “Well, I don’t want you to talk to him,” he said, very firmly. The struggles of the wounded man were desperate—so desperate, that in his agony he overset the table, and, in the confusion, tore off the cloth, and disclosed a face horribly mutilated, and streaming with blood. Upon my word—you are Miss Pellissier, aren’t you?” “I certainly am,” she admitted. On taxing his recollection, the whole circumstance rushed to mind with painful distinctness.
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