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“Dear me!” he said. "He is all alone. Fear nothing. “Don’t you know?” “Oh! I know—” “Well—” Her face was an unaccustomed pink. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. Again he rushed. "Hear me!" cried Thames, bursting into tears. "Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it. . “No, I administered poisons to you according to the ancient tradition.
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