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Mr. Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. Wild," said the turnkey, trembling in every joint. I mean I’m not a good specimen of a woman. Startled by this circumstance, he looked around, and perceived that the trap-door,—which has been mentioned as communicating with a secret staircase,—was open. Nevertheless she withdrew her hand. A nurse was at the other end of the room. Here and there, a rectangular patch, darker than the rest, showed that some had been removed. Perhaps an hour passed before she laid aside the book.
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