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Chapter 1
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It wasn't
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like man, it was like some damned juggernaut
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A little
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man who was stumping along
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Gave me one
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look so ugly that it brought out the sweat on me running
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I had taken
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a loathing to my gentleman at first sight
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Trampled
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calmly
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Keeping the women
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off him as best we could, for they were as wild as harpies
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Name
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your figure
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Really
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like satan
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Black,
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sneering coolness
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Let us
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make a bargain never to refer to this again
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Drank
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gin when he was alone to mortify a taste for vintages
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Although he
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enjoyed the theater, had not crossed the doors of one for twenty years
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Tramps
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slouched into the recess and struck matches on the panels
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Chapter 2
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Healthy
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hearty dapper red-faced gentleman
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Men who
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thoroughly enjoyed each other's company
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Wrong,
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wrong in mind
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Such
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unscientific balderdash
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Engaged
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or rather enslaved
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Enfield's
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tale went by before his mind in a scroll of lighted pictures
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There would stand
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by his side a figure to whom power was given
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Haunted
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the lawyer all night
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See
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it glide
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At every
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street corner crush a child and leave her screaming
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Friend's
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strange bondage
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If he be
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Mr Hyde, I shall be Mr Seek
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Went somehow
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strongly against the watcher's inclination
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Hissing
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intake of breath
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Snarled
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aloud into a savage laugh
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If I ever
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read satan's signature upon a face, it is upon that of your new friend
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...
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troglodytic, Dr Fell, Radiance of a foul soul
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Chapter 4
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Although a
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fog rolled over the city in the small hours, the early part of the night was cloudless
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Brilliantly
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lit by the full moon
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Never
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felt more at peace with all men
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Aged and
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beautiful man with white hair
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Older
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man bowed and accosted the other with a very pretty manner of politeness
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Broke out
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in a great flame of anger
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Like
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a madman
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Ape-
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like fury
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hailing
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down a storm of blows
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Bones
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were audibly shattered
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Broken
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in the middle under the stress of this insensate cruelty
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A great
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chocolate coloured pall lowered over the heaven
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Like a district
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of some city in a nightmare
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Chapter 6
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He had
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his death warrant written legibly upon his face
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The
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rosy man had grown pale; his flesh had fallen away
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I shall
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never recover
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I sometimes think
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if we knew all, we should be more glad to get away
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He had
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always been known for charities, he was now no less distinguished for religion
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I am quite
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done with that person
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I
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cannot tell you
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After
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I am dead
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If I am the
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chief of sinners, I am the chief of sufferers also
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In something
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less than a fortnight he was dead
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House of
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voluntary bondage
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Inscrutable
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recluse
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Chapter 9
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Has the
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greed of curiosity too much command of you?
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If you fail
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me tonight, I am lost
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Conscious
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at his touch of a certain icy pang along my blood
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Your sight
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shall be blasted by a prodigy to stagger the unbelief of satan
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Features
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seemed to melt and alter
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Like a
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man restored from death
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The deadliest
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terror sits by me
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My arm
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raised to shield me from that prodigy, my mind submerged in terror
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I could hear
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his teeth grate with the convulsive action of his jaws
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Waist of
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his coat was below his haunches
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Blood
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red liquor
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Seizing,
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surprising and revolting
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I loaded
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an old revolver
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Moral
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turpitude
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