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Using the shirt, she cleaned away the blood. Makes you real. A silence ensued. At six o'clock, the wicket was shut; and at nine, the jail was altogether locked up. Everything was going to hell. ‘Oh, my God, Melusine, what have I done?’ Melusine shook her head. “You too were deceived. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. Twelve years ago! It is an awful retrospect. The next moment, however, he was picked up, and set upon his feet by a person who, having witnessed the accident, flew across the road to his assistance.
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