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On the one hand, she seemed to think plainly and simply, and would talk serenely and freely about topics that most women have been trained either to avoid or conceal; and on the other she was unconscious, or else she had an air of being unconscious—that was the riddle—to all sorts of personal applications that almost any girl or woman, one might have thought, would have made. He left the room, presumably to sleep elsewhere, but the only other room with a fire was the servant’s quarters. After that consolations fled. The clanking of chains, the grating of locks, and the rumbling of bolts must have been music in Jonathan's ears, so much pains did he take to subject himself to such sounds. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. It was her figure, her style of dress, her manner of arranging the hair. ” She roused herself from some dream at the word. Jonathan smiled contemptuously.
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