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’ She eyed him, all her uncertainty surfacing. “I will come—with pleasure,” she said, “if you will promise to treat me as a new acquaintance—not to refer to—Paris—at all. Here, might be seen a poor fellow whose teeth were knocked down his throat, spluttering out the most tremendous menaces, and gesticulating like a madman: there, another, whose nose was partially slit, vented imprecations and lamentations in the same breath. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. "The part was crooked," she explained. They were so good to me.
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