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His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. She wondered who the girl might belong to as she patted dirt over the shallow grave. She chastised herself for thinking of her husband and lord as being weak. ToC "At length this tragedy is at an end," said Mr. ‘I have Joan to tell me how much I look like Mary. In a sense it alters nothing. " "Everything. A piece of seaweed touched her hand, tender and green. It was Jack, wasn’t it?’ ‘Aye, s-sir. "Is it wrong, then, to surrender to good impulses?" "In the present instance, yes. He tried to make love to me.
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