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“Where are we going?” I demanded.
He continued to move on without reply.
“I shall follow you no longer if you do not speak,” I cried again. “This midnight journey through an old building ready to fall into ruins seems to me not only unpleasant but hazardous.”
Still no answer.
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Chapter 21
The Vat.
Des. — Talk you of killing?’
Oth. — Ay, I do.
Des. — Then, heaven
Have mercy on me!
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