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‘My dear boy, your loyalty is misplaced. Anna, my love, you cannot have forgotten so soon. His demeanour then was sober enough to lend colour to that belief. A chill ran through his frame, and, grasping the heavy weapon with which chance had provided him, prepared to strike down the first person who should enter the cell. " "Six," he corrected.
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