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"Ah!" said Sarby, walking toward the door, "you will know the reason when you learn the truth!" "No. I'll see Isabella, and hear what she has to say. She loved Maurice, and will aid me to avenge his death." "I am taking too much for granted," muttered Major Jen, passing his hand across his brow, "Maurice may not have been killed after all. It is Etwald and his horrible prophecies which have put the idea into my head. Let me have a look at the poor lad's body.".
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