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She occupied a small sofa, a little apart, a ruddy-complexioned gentleman some years her senior beside her, and glanced about with an air of considerable unease. That was the wonder of these stories; one lived in them. And at the sight something leaped within her. ‘Well, sir, if I’ve to choose betwixt him and you, I’ll take you, no question. “No, Lucy, because Satan does not exist. Her body was perpetually tanned, despite the approach of winter. Have you not tired of sadness and pain?” 81 She thought she could hear tears in his voice but would not look at him. But this might be merely a figurative mode of describing his customary vigilance.
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