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" "May I trust you?" cried Thames, eagerly. 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. At breakfast both of them played their parts skillfully. ‘Of course she don’t understand,’ snapped Charvill irascibly. You'll have it down. " "No feelings of consanguinity shall stay my vengeance," said Thames, sternly.
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