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Then, there's Mr. E. My husband, he is cruel and wicked, and—and entirely undistinguished. If I’d known, there would have been a different story. Such names shone brightly in the darkness, with black spaces of unilluminated emptiness about them, as stars shine in the night; but now—now it was different; now it was dawn—the real dawn. ‘You, soldiers,’ she yelled.
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