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The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. "Raise your vice, and lave off coughin'," added Terence. Wood, Sir," he added, with much emotion, "is one of the best of men, and would be the happiest, were it not that—" and he hesitated. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. Her acrid rose perfume oil that hung in the air that smelled like a head shop, her V.
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