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“There’s morbid beauty,” said Ann Veronica. "Alone?" "Not exactly, Sir. It has all been a mistake. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. His kisses drew deeper, he started unlacing her dress.
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