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Her eyes were insane with rage, crusted with yellow and green, only beginning to heal from her long sojourn underground. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. “How did you hear that?” Lucy’s brows knitted. In a momentary fury she seized and tore in pieces the study which remained upon the easel. The hurricane had now reached its climax.
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