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" "Why, what the devil's this?" vociferated Jonathan, looking up. The figure of the girl upon it in plain black dress, standing with her hands behind her, was an undeniable and astonishing likeness of herself. " She wanted to dance. “You will come back, won’t you?” He nodded cheerfully. Dinner was served at 5:30. . ” “You are jealous,” she declared contemptuously. Once again, he passed his hand over the surface and carefully noted all the obstacles. Washed in light from the vestry window, she held her ground, all thought at bay, bar the steel determination long ago instilled in her by her unconventional tutor. Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where someone had pried out a few golden teeth.
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