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“Does he never speak to you of—of old times?” she faltered. ” “The truth,” she murmured, with her eyes fixed upon him. The bed-and table-linen were of the finest texture. She gazed with a quiet detachment toward the window and the Oxford Street traffic, and in her heart she was busy kicking this man to death. ‘Why do you think I told you about the portrait? I’d not seen it, of course, but I’d seen Miss Mary just before she got married, which is when it was painted.
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