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'—'They can't,' says I. People were passing in the street below. Only she hadn’t. “It is against my husband’s orders, and I am not sure that my sister will be particularly glad to see me. Do you recall the night she showed you the face in the locket? Do you remember how she said—'If only my mother had lived'? Did you ever see anything more tender or beautiful?" "I remember. "Bring him back with you. There was a photo of her that looked exactly like you. What a pig she was. "It'll ease your mind. "I had one," answered his sister, in a mournful voice; "and, perhaps, I have one still. Over the sea of heads arose a black and dismal object. " "I don't understand you," replied Kneebone, in some confusion. "Sir Cecil is no more.
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