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1 through 1. There was a look in her eyes which puzzled him. And I passed myself off as Meysey Hill, and since—then—I haven’t had a minute’s peace. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. Notwithstanding her emaciation, her features still retained something of a pleasing expression, and might have been termed beautiful, had it not been for that repulsive freshness of lip denoting the habitual dram-drinker; a freshness in her case rendered the more shocking from the almost livid hue of the rest of her complexion. She trailed him to his apartment and a black door that read 727 in solemn gold-tone lettering.
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