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At the threshold of the study he bade her good-night; but he did not touch her forehead with his lips. She were that miserable. The terrific mental tension of the past few months —that had held his bodily nourishment in a kind of strangulation—became as a dream; and now his vitals responded rapidly to food and air. She broke a cobblestone over his head and he was out. Hearing the noise of the scuffle, the tapstress, fancying it was Jack making an effort to escape, in spite of the remonstrances of the executioner, threw open the wicket. Through all this flutter of novelty there came and went a solicitous, preoccupied, almost depressed figure. ’ Relaxing back, Gerald folded his arms.
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