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Daphne du Maurier The Scapegoat

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I dragged myself to my feet, and with my hellhound in tow started off once more through the fastness of the wood, feeling, as the poet did before me, that my companion would be with me through the nights and through the days and down the arches of the years, and I should never be rid of him.

Daphne du Maurier, The Scapegoat

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