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The Leavenworth Case
"No," she said calmly, "the man does not live who could accuse me of crime, here."
For reply, I took her hand, which lay in mine, and placed it on the breast of the dead.
Softly, slowly, gratefully, she bowed her head.
"Now let the struggle come!" she whispered. "There is one who will believe in me, however dark appearances may be."
