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“I believe she’s dressing up-stairs—now. It was dusty, with dirty clothing strewn about, a cracked basin thick with grime on the rickety dresser, and a film of grease on the leaded casement. “If you must go on with it,” said Hetty, “now’s your time. From one window the beach was always visible; from another, the stores. He seemed to stay away from her because she was so cold and formal towards him, addressing him as Mister McCloskey as if she were an Irish maid. He hadn't followed this angle of thought in ten years: what he might have been, with a little shrewd selfishness. Ain't we, partner?" he added, appealing to Langley, whom punch had made rather dozy.
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