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She leaned forward in her chair, as if petrified in fear by the scary story. "Is it gold?" "Pure gold," replied Kneebone. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. “I know you very well by sight, Sir John. ‘It is Yol—’ She broke off abruptly, her face collapsing into an expression of acute consternation. Seeing the footman about to follow her in, Gerald clamped a hand onto his shoulder. I cut off her limbs so that she would not escape. She was pensive and thoughtful.
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