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The place, in which they stood, was a small entrance-chamber, cut off, like the segment of a circle, from the main apartment, (of which it is needless to say it originally constituted a portion,) by a stout wooden partition. Together they made their painful way to the door, not even checking, in the effort this cost both, on what Gosse might be doing. Just because I attempt to seek the worst of men to kill, it doesn’t make it right. Wood. Wood's daughter,—to whom, I've heard tell, he was attached years ago,—was brought up, his courage forsook him altogether, and he trembled, and could scarcely stand. “Yes. What better way to be rid of him? ‘Jacques,’ she uttered urgently. It was your sister who married Sir John Ferringhall the other day, wasn’t it?” Anna nodded. He felt the first sting of the whip.
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