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“I had to. Remember, in your story—look at it, scattered everywhere!—that line? We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery. Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. Sheppard in a troubled voice, "that if I lost my child, I should lose all I have left in the world. Before his departure, he gave his assistant a glove. Arrived beneath an aperture in the broken roof, he was preparing to pass through it, when he observed a little heap of tiles upon the floor, which appeared to have been recently dislodged. Then he stood up and hailed a fiacre.
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