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His manner, however, was as stern and haughty as ever, and his glances retained their accustomed fire. She drank and drank until his body was a lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of all but the fluid in his bones. It seemed to them they could never have been really alive before, but only dimly anticipating existence. Sir John looked about him, and somehow the laugh died away. The walls were pristine white and unmarked except for two sconces and a rather colorless Monet poster that had been framed in an expensive oak surround.
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