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He stopped abruptly. " "It wasn't the fumes of whisky that toppled him out of his chair. He had not had time to aim the pistol. This time there wasn't any doubt. " Spurlock wondered if something hadn't suddenly gone awry in his head. In this cell was a huntsman, who had fractured his skull while hunting, and was perpetually hallooing after the hounds;—in that, the most melancholy of all, the grinning gibbering lunatic, the realization of "moody madness, laughing wild. " "You mustn't think of that, Mrs. Why? What is she to you?” “I was there by accident,” Ennison answered. .
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