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The blood will rest on your head. His smile faded. "My servants, like Eastern mutes, must have eyes, and ears,— and hands, if need be,—but no tongues. Mother! do you know what you do? Would you sell yourself to this fiend?" "I would sell myself, body and soul, to save you," rejoined his mother, bursting from his grasp. ” “I can assure you,” he answered, “that it isn’t a habit of mine. The funeral, it has just been said, took place on that day. And, when I have seen him pining away before my eyes, getting thinner and thinner every day, I have sometimes thought my prayers were heard. Kneebone, who was on the point of departing. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision.
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