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He paced faster, stomping around. Sorrow lay in the back of his mind as he withdrew, but he put it aside. Don't strip me quite. The eyes, too, though large and bright, and shaded by long lashes, seemed to betoken, as hazel eyes generally do in men, a faithless and uncertain disposition. There was a pleasant numbness in the bottle; that's why I went to it. Guiding this man of hers over the troubled sea of life had engraved these lines.
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