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“You would believe that life is kindled by the passions alone. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. Others pulled hats over their noses, cowered in their seats, and feigned that all was right with the world. “My name is certainly Pellissier,” she said, “but I am very sorry—I do not recognize you in the least. He—In fact, he—he locked me in my room. ’ ‘Do not make a game with me,’ she interrupted, gripping her underlip firmly between her teeth to stop the threatening laughter. At once.
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