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Soot was everywhere, for the lamp would not stay trimmed in the gale. It is I who am persecuted by the man who calls himself your husband. We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. Ten days should see you on your feet. "Come here," said the petticoated tyrant. The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below. To perdition with them all. "By the avenger of his family's dishonour—by your brother," he replied, coolly.
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