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" He shifted the pages together, rolled and thrust them under her arm. She was as pale as death, but she seemed to have lost the power of movement. ” He paused and looked at her, and said, with a sudden drop into a confidential undertone, “Or else I want to pray. It's mighty lonesome down there for a man bred to cities. That’s the fact of the matter. ‘She’s an eviltempered little termagant, yes, but there’s no malice aforethought. On the way home he was still thoughtful. "Good gracious! so I do," exclaimed his amiable consort. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury.
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