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God knows! I know not a single syllable of all that.

Will you deny it?—give me the lie to my face? What plots, what machinations, have you devised to get rid of me?—To smother me in my sleep? to cut my throat?—to poison me in my drink—drug my meals? Confess it, wretch!—confess it this instant!—I know it all.——

As the living God shall save me—nothing have I said but the truth!

Well! This once I forgive you—But I know he has given you money.—Did not he squeeze your hand?—Yes, harder than usual—like an old acquaintance?——

Never, indeed, Sir!

For example—did n't he say that he knew you well—that perhaps you might know him—that