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The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. “I think that I will leave this letter for him,” she said. " "Give me the brandy, and I'll tell you," replied Wood. Her features were meagre, and ghastly white, and had the fixed and horrible stamp of insanity. Only how had they missed him? Were they imbecile? Or perhaps the mists had concealed him from them.
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