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David took the devil-stick firmly in his grasp and compressed the handle. At once the iron tongue with its drop of venom appeared. With the sharp point he made an irregular wound on the palm of his hand, and cast the devil-stick on the table before him. A moment afterward, amid the silent horror of the crowded court, he fell down--dead. Major Jen threw himself into a chair and frowned. "To be queen of the black witches of Obi, no doubt. Faugh!".
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