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’ She paused, struggling for the word. The woman I wanted was another man's wife. She had not thought anything could equal her despair at that moment. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. ’ Then he bowed, raising his hat in salute and, crossing to the coach, spoke briefly to its driver and leapt into it without looking back. His kind eyes were puffy with fatigue.
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