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I’ve got nothing to do for a month but think. Something about the girl had suggested an idea. He had the same dark eyes, though lighted by a fierce flame; the same sallow complexion; the same tall, thin figure, and majestic demeanour; the same proud cast of features. I didn't understand then, but I do now. The daughters, he had hoped, would be their mother’s care.
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