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’ A strangled sob escaped her as his thumb dug cruelly into the soft flesh of her wrist. "The Dawn Pearl!" he said, making to recline again. “It will spoil your life. "My chickens are hatched, or, at least, nearly so," replied Shotbolt, with increased merriment. By this time, she had so far succeeded in calming herself, that she answered the greetings of the neighbours whom she encountered on her way to the sacred edifice—if sorrowfully, still composedly. Things were thrown here and there, to be taken up, or again cast aside, as the whim arose; while the broken-backed chairs and crazy table bore the marks of many a conflict.
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