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"I don't think he would," acquiesced the carpenter. About many of these houses hung a mysterious taint as of something weakly and commonly and dustily evil; the women who negotiated the rooms looked out through a friendly manner as though it was a mask, with hard, defiant eyes. ‘No sense in snooping about down here,’ Gerald whispered. Lassitude?” “I suppose so. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. Tears began to stream from her cheeks.
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