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The dress came to her only too manifestly unwashed from its former wearer; even the under-linen they gave her seemed unclean. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. ’ Taking the chair she had indicated with a careless wave of one stiff-fingered hand, Gerald felt hope burgeoning. You must know that. You seemed to me to be slipping and slipping, and your face was white.
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