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I should have known, when I undid his chain, That darkness had been busy at his brain As at an anvil, sharpening a fang. I should have known it by the glint that sprang Into his eyes when the chain fell and he Stood stiffly there, as though to let me see That he had all the time in the world to spare, If I so felt, to match me stare for stare, His heart being innocent.
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