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“That,” she answered, “is far easier to believe. Even in her painting smock and with her disarranged hair, the likeness between the two girls was marvellous. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go. ‘Never mind where. There was no response. He sent me flowers. " "No; she accepts it," rejoined Jonathan, triumphantly. " The prison bars of circumstance, they no longer encompassed her. The ragged edge. If I could but——” To escape from her thoughts she began to undress, humming a light tune to herself, though her eyes were hot with unshed tears, and the sobs kept rising in her throat. ” “Yes, you have a sharp mind. “Act three.
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