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They flash to and fro, they thrill us with expectancy. To them all I am nothing. " Still the voice was without emotion; calm, colourless. The hangman is always an object of peculiar detestation to the mob, a tremendous hooting hailed his appearance, and both staves and swords were required to preserve order. Soot was everywhere, for the lamp would not stay trimmed in the gale.
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