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CHAPTER XIII.-3
She began trifling again with the bottles on the counter, and put another question, with an ill-concealed anxiety to hear the answer. "Is there danger," she asked, "in such a little drop of Laudanum as that?" "There is Death in it, miss," replied the chemist, quietly. "Death to a child, or to a person in delicate health?" "Death to the strongest man in England, let him be who he may." With that answer, the chemist sealed up the bottle in its wrapping of white paper and handed the laudanum to Magdalen across the counter. She laughed as she took it from him, and paid for it. "There will be no fear of accidents at North Shingles," she said. "I shall keep the bottle locked up in my dressing-case. If it doesn't relieve the pain, I must come to you again, and try some other remedy. Good-mo
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