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“I may seem unduly— anxious. The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards and forwards. Hence!" "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, in a voice, the tones of which were altered by his very anxiety to make them distinct, "listen to me. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out.
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