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"Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. It had been a very long time. Her attenuated arms were crossed upon her breast; and her black brows and eyelashes contrasted fearfully with the livid whiteness of her skin.
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