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“The pine trees were rows of knife-blades whispering: “Fall upon us!” and in the gathering darkness the torrent roared and howled, beating against its rocking prison walls with the frenzy of an everlasting despair. “Padre!” Arthur rose, shuddering, and drew back from the precipice. “It is like hell.” “No, my son,” Montanelli answered softly, “it is only like a human soul.”

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