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Her thin fingers were armed with nails as long as the talons of a bird. "Adieu, my worthy uncle. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. But … he must want to live in order that the inclination to repeat this incident may not recur. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. . .
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