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On that night,—that fatal night,—Winifred crushed all the hopes that were rising in my heart. “It isn’t a joke,” she said. Her brown curls were pulled tight in a severe chignon. It was the first expression of the mother's blood. She answered in whispers, for there was the white arm of a woman in the next box peeping beyond the partition within a yard of him.
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