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Aside from some loose coin and a trunk key, there was nothing in the pockets: no mail, no letter of credit, not even a tailor's label. But to confess about Gerald— no, a thousand times. All the sombre visions she had been pressing back, fighting out of her thoughts, swarmed over the barrier and crushed her. A good woman’s mind has angels with flaming swords at the portals to keep out fallen thoughts.
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