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It was enough that she witnessed it and could not go to him. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. She too at once developed an anxious interest in the street outside. ’ Pottiswick sucked at his teeth through the gaps. ’ Disappointment flooded her. There were white men with families, a fine mission-house, and a club-house for cards and billiards.
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