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‘Ah, now I may see what damage Gérard has done to me,’ she muttered, crossing to the table and putting her hand to the sore place at her neck. It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another. In a sense I don’t care. "If I could only make you realize what you have done," he said, lamely. “Should I leave? Sounds like she is running out of food. Don’t say anything, she thought to herself, say nothing more, Martin. Above her head was an aura of white fire. "Don't leave him, if you're at all fearful, my dear," replied Wood, receiving the little burthen with a laugh.
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