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Out of an old family album: here was the very comparison that had eluded him. I called myself Anna. Things were thrown here and there, to be taken up, or again cast aside, as the whim arose; while the broken-backed chairs and crazy table bore the marks of many a conflict. People were passing in the street below.
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