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As he crossed the cellar, he passed so near to Jack who had concealed himself behind a piece of furniture that he almost touched him. She would always be going to and fro up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains. Her little white hand stole across the table. “Do not be frightened, dear,” she said. “Read this, John. No one had the resources or the inclination to rebuild them. How many ends had he? Well, she must cease to trouble herself for this imbecile, whom it would give her very much pleasure to shoot.
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