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I found him once in my rooms, and I believe that he had a key to my front door. Thames took it, and beheld the portrait of a young man, apparently—judging from his attire—of high rank, whose proud and patrician features certainly presented a very striking resemblance to his own. Girls who had envied her former position as John’s amour passed no opportunity to utter cryptic remarks as she sat in Study Hall, walked down hallways, or rinsed her hands in the bathroom. She could not see clearly. Besides, revenge is sweetened by delay; and I indulge too freely in the passion to rob it of any of its zest. Most subjects of any depth were taboo between them, especially when they were in his convertible. I will be as silent as the grave.
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