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A crash! They force the door,—and then
One long, long, shrill, and piercing scream
Comes thrilling 'bove the growl of men.
'T is hers!—O God, redeem
From worse than death thy suffering, helpless child!
That dreadful shriek again,—sharp, sharp, and wild!
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