He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. She could not analyse what was stirring in her: the thought of losing the doll, the dog, and the cat. As he crossed this chamber, his foot struck against something on the floor, which nearly threw him down, and stooping to examine the object, he found it was a key. Goodbye.
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