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The roofs and gables of many of the houses had been torn off. Before she passed out she turned and faced Sir John. Anything in the least irregular is like poison to him. “You must remember,” she said, “that you yourself are responsible for your altered looks. He called to the other attendant, who held the torch. Oh, you must believe me. For fifteen years!—so long as I can remember! All I wanted was a little love, a caress now and then.
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