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Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. She thought of how much she wanted to eat the foods she had once feasted on that now smelled as innocuous as spring flowers. . . She had slapped him away with her free hand and the finger was released suddenly, sending her careening to the floor. " "Well, for my part," observed Mrs. ” “It is for your good—your good only I am thinking,” he declared. She emerged with a white face and wide-open eyes upon a little, red-lit landing. “Thank you.
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