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” “I wonder how he treated Gwen. She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer. She succumbed to cancer of the breast at age forty-three, it was slow and wasting. “I wonder which of us is right,” she said. ‘What a fate he finds for me. This young man, whose features, though rather plain and coarse, bore the strongest impress of genius, and who had a dark gray, penetrating eye, so quick in its glances that it seemed to survey twenty objects at once, and yet only to fasten upon one, bore the honoured name of William Hogarth.
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