"Confusion now hath made his master-piece; Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stolen thence The life of the building." Macbeth.
Turning my attention back into the room where I was, I found the coroner consulting a memorandum through a very impressive pair of gold eye-glasses.
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