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Everything seemed designed to unhinge the mind and make the cat wretched. There was a look in her eyes which puzzled him. I know faces. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation.
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