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The terrors and anxieties of the last few months seemed to have fallen from her, to have passed away like an ugly dream, dismissed with a shudder even from the memory. Anna, in her strange striking way, was radiantly beautiful. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. “You shall go,” he declared. “I heard the clock strike as I crossed the square,” she answered.
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