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“What ought she to do?” “Suppose you—” “Yes, suppose I—” He felt that his advice was being asked. " There was a brief, breathless pause. Creeping stealthily up stairs, unmasking a dark lantern, and glancing into each room as he passed, he was startled in one of them by the appearance of Mrs. "Poor thing!" muttered he, as the widow departed on her errand, "she's seen better days and better circumstances than she'll ever see again, I'm sure. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. Last time I left home I felt as hard as nails.
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