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The crowner's 'quest sat on her yesterday—and if she hadn't been proved out of her mind, she would have been buried at four lane-ends. Occasionally he would lean back and stare at the window which gave upon the sea. The expression, however, which would chiefly have interested a beholder, was that of settled and profound melancholy. "Don't touch me. . She lay very still and closed her eyes, hear tears gliding off of her ears, causing them to itch.
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