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Both of them would be committing novel and unforgettable acts. There was a mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from a child's violin. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. “Excellent!” he exclaimed. All the events of the previous day rushed to his recollection; and though he had been unintentionally the cause of his mother's death, he reproached himself as severely as if he had been her actual murderer.
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