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‘There’s no controlling you, is there?’ He held up his hands. His most eager inquiries and most lavish bribes could gain no further information than that she had left for England, and that her address was—London. 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. A moment before, the surface of the stream was black as ink.
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