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In this cell was a huntsman, who had fractured his skull while hunting, and was perpetually hallooing after the hounds;—in that, the most melancholy of all, the grinning gibbering lunatic, the realization of "moody madness, laughing wild. E. Pausing at each door on the landing, Jack placed his ear to the keyhole, and listened intently. Griffin. The afternoon had passed now into twilight.
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