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‘I did not think so. Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. The young man's imagination suddenly pictured the man as a rock, loosed from its ancient bed, crumbling as it fell. Unlocking several doors, he came to a dark vault, that would have rivalled the gloomiest cell in Newgate, into which he thrust Thames, and fastened the door. ’ He held out his hand to help the girl descend. Everything in the world to live for!—fame that he could not reap, love that he must not take! What was all this pother about hell as a future state? By and by things began to stir on the table: little invisible things.
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