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"My mother!—my poor mother!" ejaculated Thames, falling on his knees, and bursting into tears. But for Ruth, he, Howard Spurlock, might have ended upon the beach, inescapably damned. Covering his face with a crape mask, and taking the candle from his associate, Jack entered the room; and, pistol in hand, stepped up to the bed, and approached the light to the eyes of the sleepers. “There I can’t help,” said Capes. There was a stain of wine upon her dress.

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