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An illustration from a 1912 issue of Cosmopolitan magazine. The caption reads: "I saw the figure gliding toward me, its death-mask grinning as if with pleasure to find at least the room inhabited by a human—I marked the eyeholes of doom, seeming to glow red in the fire-lit room, and the bony hand holding on high what I guessed, I knew, to be a cup of poison meant for me!"
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