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She’s taken my sword. My late husband, I mean. " Mrs. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. But one day he came to me. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. It appeared from what he said that he had been captured when asleep,—that his liquor had been drugged,—otherwise, he would never have allowed himself to be taken alive.
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