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Her hair was held back in a filigreed barrette. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. "I came to see Jack Sheppard, and I won't go till you point him out to me. ‘So now you will please to go away and leave me to my business.
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