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He can cure all diseases of the flesh as I taught him. “The Holy Ghost! The Pope! My mother!” She squealed. " "And never should again, were he mine," rejoined Jonathan. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. She had a better voice than I, and the rest I suppose is only a trick. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her.
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