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There was a bare chance that he had been mistaken. ‘I rather gathered as much,’ said Miss Froxfield, releasing her hands. In a fit of despondency, superinduced by drunkenness, he made away with himself; and when the body was discovered, after a lapse of some months, such was the impression produced by the spectacle —such the alarm occasioned by the crazy state of the building, and, above all, by the terror inspired by strange and unearthly noises heard during the night, which were, of course, attributed to the spirit of the suicide, that the place speedily enjoyed the reputation of being haunted, and was, consequently, entirely abandoned. Everything had so far come to pass as the withered old Kanaka woman had foretold. Yet you can look Cheveney in the face and declare that you do not know him. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary, compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any word processing or hypertext form. It isn’t pretty, but we’re made so. Pay fools with promises. Dieu du ciel! Gerald was kissing her! She struggled to be free, and the arms that held her loosened, the lips leaving hers.
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