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of claws, swellings, and rings? Must it remain there, with-
out a gleam of light, without hope, given over to that terrible
approach, vaguely scented out by the monster, shuddering,
dishevelled, wringing its arms, forever chained to the rock
of night, a sombre Andromeda white and naked amid the
shadows!

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