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But I was sorry for poor Jack—as I am still, and hoped he would mend. He was normal now, and the coat was only a coat. And this time the departure had a tremendous effect of finality. Lucy blushed from toes to forehead, feeling her pace accelerate. “Please not now. ‘Something wrong, madame?’ Her fan came up swiftly, hiding the lower part of her face. Why? He could preach the Word and deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so inexplicable. Understand me.
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