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At first she thought that the woman was just a servant. "Aha! my lad!" he cried without appearing to regard the pain of the wound; "now I'll show you no quarter. Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn. I throw up work—everything! I just teach in one school, one good school, three days a week. A woman touched him lightly on the arm, and smiled into his face. Over an old crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid, patchwork counterpane; and upon the counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a pair of bodice of the cumbrous form in vogue at the beginning of the last century, and some other articles of female attire.
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