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" "I don't desire it, Sir," replied Mrs. “I hope that it has not done any harm. \" That again. Something insisted that those two were mysteriously linked—that the woman knew the man was there. His sister appeared. In lieu of the substantial habitations which he had gazed on overnight, he beheld a row of falling scaffoldings, for such they seemed. From the freshness of the stains, which grew more frequent as they approached the adjoining chamber, it was evident some violence had been recently perpetrated, and the carpenter's own blood froze within his veins as he thought, with a thrill of horror, that, perhaps on this very spot, not many minutes before his arrival, his adopted son might have been inhumanly butchered. The woman I wanted was another man's wife.
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