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He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a faint shudder stir her shoulders. I'll eat them when we start. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. “A claim,” he continued, “which I am quite prepared to recognize. . Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed.
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