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In the obscurity in which it was now seen, it looked like a prison, and, indeed, it was Jonathan's fancy to make it resemble one as much as possible. She spent the morning up to ten in writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished; and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit obscurity and slimy streets. Of course, if at any time—see reason—alter your opinion. Fretting and fidgeting, he had, after an hour or so, turned to McClintock. There was a recurrence of fever, but nothing alarming. "Be silent," said Jonathan, in a menacing whisper.
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