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I swore I would bring your husband to the gallows,—would plunge you in such want, such distress, that you should have no alternative but the last frightful resource of misery,—and I also swore, that if you had a son he should share the same fate as his father. She thought of leaving the Beck house less and less these days, though the suitcase remained packed underneath her creaky bed. In each corner stood a stout square post reaching to the ceiling. "Vat ish it, Mishter Vild?" inquired Mendez.
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