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He blushed furiously; it was not what he had expected to hear. I am up to the ears in it all— every moment I can spare. More than this, it would serve to mitigate her own abysmal loneliness to pool it temporarily with his. Do you know the story of Orpheus? He was a musician who followed his damned wife into Hell to bring her back? He was one of us, I believe. A stomacher, fastened by imitationdiamond buckles, girded that part of her person, which should have been a waist; a coral necklace encircled her throat, and a few black patches, or mouches, as they were termed, served as a foil to the bloom of her cheek and chin. I suppose because it IS the chief thing in life. Suddenly, such a shout as has seldom smitten human ears rent the air.
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