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” He reeled out of the room. It had been brighter than the rest, for dawn light had come in through high unshuttered casements above the bookshelves. Oh, it is unbearable. ” She said. It was the size of my palm. “Me and my bright ideas. "I suppose I must have been senseless for some time; for, on coming to myself, I found this gash in my head, and the ground covered with blood. "Let me see him. “This life is killing me! Oh, it is dull, dull, dull!” Suddenly an idea seemed to strike her.
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