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“Can’t you believe me? I am Meysey Hill. The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. It isn’t illusions—for us. "Of course, I haven't the least evidence that the boy has done anything wrong; it's what I'd call a hunch; piecing this and that together. Her mind developed into savage wrath at the present conditions of a woman’s life. The walls of the room were lined with shelves, on which were glass jars, retorts, countless bottles and many appliances of surgical science.
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