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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer: of the night's horrors, and worthy only of a mediaeval legend.
No doubt she was some friend or acquaintance of Sir Crichton
who lived close by.
"I cannot say that he has been murdered," I replied, acting upon the latter
supposition, and seeking to tell her what she asked as gently as possible.
"But he is--Dead?"
I nodded.
She closed her eyes and uttered a low, moaning sound, swaying dizzily.
Thinking she was about to swoon, I threw my arm round her shoulder
to support her, but she smiled sadly, and pushed me gently away.
"I am quite well, thank you," she said.
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