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"Wretch!" cried Jack. ” She looked at him doubtfully. It is in vain to struggle against the arm of fate. Her sense followed the shoulders under his coat, down to where his flexible, sensitive-looking hand rested lightly upon the table. Lucy clasped her hands over her ears as it screamed. E. The thought of beauty became an obsession. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. It was as if the Devil himself had raped and defiled her mother.
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