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It was too good to be true. Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. He drew a little breath and stepped back. I must know what new thing has come between us that she should treat me as a lover one day and a monster the next. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting.
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