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Gerald crossed back to the window. It had her raven locks, her pouting lips. It was as if the Devil himself had raped and defiled her mother. He pictured himself visiting the girl in this shabby little home of her aunt’s—she had told him that it was shabby—and he recalled that delicious little smile with which she would surely greet him, a smile which seemed to be a matter of the eyes as well as the lips. Such apartments as she saw were either scandalously dirty or unaccountably dear, or both. "Come away!" he cried, with the roar of a demon. Some of these persons were examining the spot where the spike had been cut off; others the spike itself, now considered a remarkable object; and all were marvelling how Jack could have possibly squeezed himself through such a narrow aperture, until it was explained to them by Mr.
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