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hands were then dyed with innocent 
blood. The lovers were in each 
other’s arms when the gripe of Ed¬ 
mund was on his brother’s throat, 
and the long, fair hair of Violetta 
was enwreathed round the muscular 
arm of her ferocious parent, as he 
plucked her forth from the embrace 
of her beloved. 
44 4 Die, villain ! ’ roared out the in¬ 
furiated father, as he presented his 
heavy pistol to the breast of the 
nearly strangled Lionel. 
444 Lionel, to thee ! ’ shrieked out 
the daughter, as, plunging forward 
and leaving her long tresses plucked 
up by the roots in the left hand of 
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