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” “Oh!” he said, in a colorless tone, and with his eyes on her face. The chapel was again crowded with visitors, and every eye—even that of Jonathan Wild who had come thither to deride him,—was fixed upon him. She looked more than her sixty odd years, in spite of a still lush head of black hair, streaked with a little grey, which was visible under her cap and of immediate interest to Gerald. ‘I can’t think how I’ve tolerated myself all these years. Norris says she's dying. You know my fixed determination. Why should I peep at it through smoked glass to see things that don’t affect me?” He smiled his delight at his companion. Re-issued with new cover October 2013.
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