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“My dear,” she said, when she could get her breath, “you must come home at once. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains. . "'And thine eye shall not pity,'" said her father, in a tone of rebuke, "'but, life shall be for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot. Under her feet lay intricate mosaics, and each warm hall was festooned in tapestries. Good-bye aunt.
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