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Beside me on Anna’s table was a pistol. The veins in his throat and forehead swelled and blackened; his eyes protruded from their sockets, and stared wildly; a thick damp gathered on his brow: and blood gushed from his mouth, nostrils, and ears. The house became joyous again with the talk of babies and wedding festivities. Never had she seemed to him so much like Anna. Anna lets the deception continue and has to bear the burden of her sister’s reputation which, in Paris at any rate, is that of being a coquette. Hill lost a little of his truculency. A silence ensued. I have always had a secret crush on him, to be honest with you.
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