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1    1,    7|        life, if it was not too late.~“Poor man!” murmured Minha.~“
2    1,   18|         let it be soon and not late!” replied the good-natured
3    2,    4|        of the successor of the late justice.~This assistant
4    2,   17|       have escaped.~It was too late!~The chief of the police,
5    2,   18|   words escaped his lips: “Too late! too late!” But by a superhuman
6    2,   18|       his lips: “Too late! too late!” But by a superhuman effort
7    2,   18| himself up. No; it was not too late, the corpse of Joam Dacosta