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A faint gleam of returning colour gave her at once a more natural appearance. Sheppard prepared for church. The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated. I’m taking no chances. Why? Because she knew him in life, because, so long as she could remember, he had crossed and recrossed her vision—Sidney Carton.
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