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A. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson. The stranger concluded he could not be far from his destination, and a turn in the road showed him the house.
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