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“Throw some ashore,” suggested Johnny Blossom. The Abate procured the necessary dispensation, and preparations were immediately began for the approaching ceremony. Julia watched the departure of those moments which led to her fate with the calm fortitude of despair. She had no means of escaping from the coming evil, without exposing herself to a worse; she surveyed it therefore with a steady eye, and no longer shrunk from its approach. She opened the bookcase and there saw a book on which was written in letters of gold:—.
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