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Even in his fevered hours, so the girl had said, his tongue had not betrayed him. The hangman is always an object of peculiar detestation to the mob, a tremendous hooting hailed his appearance, and both staves and swords were required to preserve order. ‘Coward,’ she threw at him, brandishing the sword. ‘It was your son who left the place empty then?’ he asked.
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