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The touch of his lips neither thrilled nor alarmed her, because the eyes that looked into hers were clean. They were headed by an athleticlooking, swarthy-featured man, who was armed with a cutlass, which he waved over his head to cheer on his companions. “Well, you have thought it over?” he said, sitting down beside her. A door, it may be remembered, opened from Wild's dwelling into this yard. “Yes. She fell into a deep delirium, whispering hoarsely to her dead mother, cursing God in Heaven, cursing her doctor, cursing herself as apparitions of devils and demons pulled at her with yellow ochre hands.
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