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Give me your hand. "He will be murdered!—Help!" "My child!—my love!" cried Wood, dragging her forcibly back. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. The chapel was crowded to excess. Give me that precious charge," he added, snatching the bundle from Wood. ’ ‘I know,’ he said, smiling.
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