But you couldn't. ‘You ain’t got nothing on me. Why, then, did he touch it? As he climbed heavily into his chair, she was able to note the little beads of sweat under the cracked nether lip. —'How so?' says I. When in the plenitude of his power, he commenced a terrible trade, till then unknown—namely, a traffic in human blood.
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