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She spoke slowly. I believed that she was my wife, or she would have been safe from me. She was quite a beauty, all in white, and I can still see how much you resemble her. It was a night well-fitted to their enterprise, calm, still, and profoundly dark. The rooks were cawing amid the boughs, and all nature appeared awaking to happiness. Suddenly, such a shout as has seldom smitten human ears rent the air. ‘And if he is dead I know not.
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