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The next day from the earliest moment of my awakening I was worrying about this latest dreadful secret that had come into my life, but harass my poor brain as I did, I could espy no way for bringing Willoughby to book without incriminating myself.
Quite apart, however, from the desire of ensuring my own safety, I was continually spurred on to fury by the rememberance of that brutal thrust of Willoughby with the spanner, when the poor wretch I had seen murdered had been first rising to his feet.