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. Tears flowed in rivulets down 121 her cheeks and she began to cry. “The fact is—I don’t know why—this takes me by surprise. I believe that he will marry her. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. The poor things! Oh, it was quite dreadful. They do not come for me, to find me and bring me home.
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