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“What else did Michelle say?” “She said that the guy was all broken up about it, that he had another woman on the side or something. " "My dear," observed Wood, "you should be more charitable—" "Charitable!" repeated his wife, "that's your constant cry. His own peculiar genius—a miracle key to the hidden things in men's souls—had given him this immediate and astonishing illumination. She leaned forward, her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees, and she set her gaze upon his face and kept it there in dreamy contemplation. Knives were worse, especially when you were stabbed back and left traces of your own blood at the crime scene. It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume. “Lucy, this isn’t funny anymore. There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in sailing on a dark night upon the Thames.
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