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It was wonderful to think this thing had lived, had felt and suffered. Marvel was almost dislodged from his seat on the coffin by a dead dog, which was hurled against him, and struck him in the face. “My dear Vee!” Her voice became very low. He played variations on this theme for the better part of an hour.
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