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 And there was Claverhouse, as beautiful as when he lived, with his long, dark, curled locks, streaming down over his laced buff-coat, and his left hand always on his right spule-blade, to hide the wound that the silver bullet had made...  Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Էջ 399 1905 Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող -
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